“I’m nothing like you,” Vanessa said, quietly but distastefully. There was no conviction in her voice now; it had been relegated almost to a whisper.
“I’m nothing like you,” Vanessa said, quietly but distastefully. There was no conviction in her voice now; it had been relegated almost to a whisper.“You can tell yourself that as often as you like, we both know it isn’t true. You know as well as I do that, one day, it’ll be you lying on the ground with your head caved in. Your War Memorial might be a butcher’s shop counter, or the kitchen table in your perfect little house on your perfect little street – I don’t know where it’ll happen, but one day, it’ll be you. And, if you want to know, the answer’s yes – I’d f*****g help you up.”
“You can tell yourself that as often as you like, we both
