The wrinkles beneath her eyes were arrows pointing towards her centre, and she was saying… look, look. This is where the secrets lie. But as you already know, I never liked her. It was as if – it was like – oh, she shuts her eyes up. I am too noisy. ‘What’s a girl to do for peace round here?’ This time it’s me that’s doing the talking. I’ve told her, I can’t be doing with this no more. But it's not her fault. No one can help where they come from. And she is from the world of me! She’s from my gut so you have to feel sorry for her, eh? And you – I know all about you. You with what should be quiet eyes, but they’re nosy and noisy and demand to be told of my every move. And you are my father, so there’s no escaping you. Mother and father, fattened up by years of being together. No. They cannot escape. Not this time.Birth sign: Cancer
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