CHAPTER 7
Iain Moore came by again,’ Hattie told me a few days after the funeral when I’d come in from shopping. I’d been making excuses not to be at the house, which smelled like death to me with all the flowers.
‘What? Why?’
‘I dunno. He said he just wanted to check in and see how we were doing.’
‘Did he say anything else?’
‘Well, he’s a decent guy. Do you remember him now? From before?’ Her neck reddened.
‘Yeah… kind of.’
‘I used to talk to him after you went away to school. He helped Mum doing jobs around the house. Sometimes he let me up on the ladder while he cleaned out the eaves.’ She paused. ‘He even came by to help after she died, a few times. It was nice, at the time, having someone to talk to.’ She picked at her sweater wistfully.
I tried to get her back on track.
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