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Years pass and you visit again. She scolds you for turning up uninvited, you should have given her a day's warning and she could have made scones. You tell her it doesn’t matter.
She puts a kettle on and gives you a biscuit anyway.
Her house is warmer than it was, it is cleaner. New picture frames hang from the walls, and the scars on her wrists are faint.
“Helen’s just popped out to get the groceries,” she explains. Helen is a painter, her former neighbour turned roommate, and then her former roommate turned fiance.
“It’s not the most convenient time for you to have come, but i suppose it’s been nice so far. Helen will understand.”
You can’t You can’t You can’t.
“Thanks for the tea Louise. I’ll see you later.”
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