Hello, Joyce Jowett, who’s calling please?’
‘Mum, it’s me.’
‘Josie! Oh my God, Jose, Josie, darling, where are you? we’ve missed you so, so much. Are you Ok?’
‘I’m fine, just fine, Can I talk to Daddy, please?’
There was a coolness to Josie’s voice that Joyce could not help but detect and her heart sank. She had hoped that over time the hateful words between them might be forgotten, might be forgiven, but she could tell that this was not so. Hateful words cannot be unsaid, cannot be retracted, they fester like an open wound, and although they can sometimes be regressed to the back of the mind, the merest trigger can bring those words flooding back
‘Where are you, Josie, tell us where you are, please, and we’ll come and get, you. And Josie, I’m so sorry for anything I said which upset
