Looking at the tiny baby, with his sickly face like a howling lemon and the bracken-red stubble of hair, it seemed impossible that he would ever attain such heights. Rupert sat with his feet up on the balcony of his hotel bedroom overlooking the Bois de Boulogne. Even though his face was turned to the wall she caught a waft of bad digestion and drink fumes. The nurses on the ward greeted him like a long-lost brother.
Looking in the mirror, she tried on a different coloured lipstick and put her hands over the sides of her round face. “What the hell are you doing?” she screamed. unceremoniously into the leaders, they all slithered to a halt, not even touching the tips of Jake’s shoes. Lester, the teddy bear, was re-instated and soaked with tears, like her pillow, as, night after night, she cried herself to sleep.
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