Lily is browsing the detritus on
the kitchen table.
‘What’s this?’ she says,
brandishing the Raleigh email print-out. As I reach for it, she darts round the
other side of the table. She stands like a Shakespearean messenger preparing to
read from a scroll. A sneer forms on her lips as she prepares to mock.
‘“By living” is the answer to the
first question. “Not very well” is the answer to the second one. “In a home in
London doing absolutely nothing except blogging and looking after the dog” is
the answer to the third one. Simple.’
Honestly, it’s like having a mean
older sister instead of a devoted daughter.
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