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Chapters (21)
  1. Cover
  2. Bio (Robin Klein)
  3. Bio (Simmone Howell) / Also By Robin Klein
  4. Title Page
  5. All the Bells Rangby Simmone Howell
  6. Dedication
  7. Came Back to Show You I Could Fly
  8. Chapter 1
  9. Chapter 2
  10. Chapter 3
  11. Chapter 4
  12. Chapter 5
  13. Chapter 6
  14. Chapter 7
  15. Chapter 8
  16. Chapter 9
  17. Chapter 10
  18. Chapter 11
  19. Chapter 12
  20. POSTSCRIPT
  21. Text Classics

Make a fresh start I can do it what if S. ever found out I can do it I can do it Jas wish you were here make Mum and Dad proud of me hang in there I can do it I don’t need

I WON’T GO ROUND THERE

Take it five minutes at a time Angie take it easy now lots of other people get there Judy did my baby think of my baby wonder what colour hair it will have OH GOD IN HEAVEN I CAN’T STAND THIS ONE SECOND LONGER

Negative thinking take it easy Angie sure you can ring up Jude or someone hop under the shower wash hair go for a walk scrub kitchen floor keep busy I won’t go round there

Lynne David think of Lynne and David think of flowers my flower shop I can do it yes I can yes

I won’t go round

Today is the beginning of the rest of my life

Today is the beginning of the rest of my life

Today is the beginning of the rest of my

I won’t…

Chapter 10

Thelma sprained her shoulder and took a couple of days from work to rest it, and Seymour realised just how small the house was with two people cooped there, neither of them able to avoid the other for very long. Although she didn’t seem to enjoy his company, she berated him when he stayed in his room for long periods. ‘Is that what you do when I’m at work, stay in your room and sulk?’ she scolded, more tetchy than ever with the pain from her shoulder. ‘You’re making heavy weather of this situation, young man.’

‘But I wasn’t…’

‘I can’t help it if you’re not allowed out on your own. You know very well why you can’t go out. Your father’s not to be trusted. He’d be whisking you off to Queensland, using you as a lever to try to get poor Marie to go back to him, we all know the pattern. Sulking won’t help things. When all’s said and done, it’s only temporary until your mother moves to the new place.’

So he joined her reluctantly in the living room on the clinging vinyl chairs where he knocked ornaments from small tables with his restless elbows. He pretended an interest in the boring midday movies she watched, but his presence pleased her no more than his retreat to the back room. Every time he shuffled his feet she sighed with pointed forbearance. While she watched television or read the paper he leafed, limp with heat and boredom, through all the books in the shelves. Whenever possible, he slipped out the back and stood peering through the gate slot across the alley at Angie’s place, even though he didn’t catch one glimpse of her.