Chapter 21
“I don’t be seeing you around here no-mo.” Before I went out to New York to see Viv, I had to pay a final visit to my mother, because I had no idea if I would be coming home ever again. I had a sheet of plain paper; held a pen; and thought of anybody I would need to say goodbye to. And like the game bingo, up pops my mother being written down on paper. Along with my ex who didn’t want to see me. I had to ask a few 10-year olds: she worked as a social worker at a crummy centre that smelt of piss and petrol-gas-leaking potential. They were plenty of them in the playpen: it was an area of concrete and some chalk outlining that you could place a basketball hoop there. But some of the neighbours basked together and chalked up 2 nets for them to chuck some hoops in. It was the one place that br
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