Chapter 99
I waited and waited for a response, hurt at first, then angry, and then I panicked that she was dead and I’d left it too late. I rang our old number at Howard Street—for the first time since I was sixteen—to find out, shaking and hanging on to the phone. But when I finally got an answer, it was another woman’s voice. “Who?” she said. “Oh, her. She’s long gone. Blimey, must be ten years since I moved in. Funny, there was a letter for her a couple of weeks ago.” “I sent it,” I said. “She’s my mum . . . Do you know where she is now?” “No, don’t know where she moved to. Sorry.” The woman sounded sad for me. “What shall I do with the letter?” “Throw it away,” I said. I rang her old office the next day—more strangers—but they told me that, according to their records, Jude was still alive a
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