Mike must have been about my age now when he had his accident. I suppose he got compensation. He’d walk the little ones to school when we went to high school, smoking Superkings, singing songs, the Bee Gees, Phil Collins; we’d watch him from the bus stop. Something restless about his good humour, something I found awful.

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Amy had deleted her Facebook account after our last argument. I wondered if she knew about Carl’s death; she was in Leia’s year at school and they’d kept in better touch than I had with Carl.