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  1. Landing Page
  2. A TERRIBLE KINDNESS
  3. Dedication
  4. Contents
  5. ABERFAN
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  17. CAMBRIDGE CHOIR
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  37. FAMILY BUSINESS
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  57. MIDNIGHT CHOIR
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  67. ABERFAN
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  75. Acknowledgements
  76. About the Author
  77. Copyright

‘Is it? Really?’ He’s surprised he feels more sad than angry. The memory of her failing the monkey mask test that Christmas, and how gentle his dad was with her afterwards, when she’d spat out the word ‘homosexual’ as if it was poison. ‘Are you sure it’s not because you’re ashamed of them?’

‘Does Howard come too?’ Evelyn’s suddenly crisp and alert. ‘On these evensong visits?’

‘Yes.’

Evelyn scrunches up her face.

William leans forward and takes her hands. ‘Mum, please, I want them both to hear me sing. I promise, they won’t turn me into an undertaker, or a homosexual!’

‘William!’

‘Mum! I live in a boarding school, do you think I don’t know about this stuff?’

‘OK! I admit it. If they both come, first of all, I won’t get a look in, you know what it’s like. And second, yes, I’ll be embarrassed. So shoot me!’ She takes a deep breath and sits back. ‘Please, William, let me have this one day, without all the stuff I have to deal with when I’m with them. I just want to enjoy it. And not think about anything but being the proudest mum on the planet.’

There’s no point arguing, nowhere for them to go with this. ‘OK, Mum, but it’s not what I want. At all.’

She’s radiant in her relief. ‘Let’s order pudding, and then I’ll hit the road to Swansea! New life, here we come!’

He orders jam roly-poly and makes small talk, but he can’t stop images of a distraught Uncle Robert pleading with his mother late at night.

29

The days are getting longer, but at 7 p.m. that evening, it’s already pitch black. William and Martin are sitting on the vestibule bench, back from evensong, leaning down, changing shoes, almost cheek to cheek.

‘Good time with your mum?’ Martin says quietly, busy with his shoe laces.

‘Yes and no,’ William replies, also focusing on his feet. This is the first conversation Martin has initiated all term. ‘She told Robert he couldn’t bring Howard on Ash Wednesday because it’d be too stressful for me having them all there, but she told me it was because his back couldn’t take the journey and the pews.’ They remain on the bench as the others start to head upstairs. ‘So I called her out on it.’

‘And?’ Martin sits up and looks straight ahead, but William feels his concentration.

‘She apologised, but still doesn’t want them both there. She always feels left out. Plus she’s embarrassed.’ He realises what he’s just said and feels a rush of blood to his face. ‘Sorry!’ Martin turns to look at him.

William is relieved just to be looked at again by his friend. ‘Martin, I’m so sorry … at your house …’