But Jake didn’t hear, and when he passed Humpty and Driffield he barely nodded, trying to cocoon himself, to get a grip on his nerves. Hound, the books on show jumping hopelessly overcrowding the bookshelves, the wash basin, the faded photographs of his mother and father. He thinks everyone is like himself. There’s a secret glade with a pond where I used to look for the kingfisher.
”Jake shook his head. If he wasn’t so lovely when he was being lovely, I don’t s’pose we’d put up with the ‘orrible bits. She was more demanding and less sociable, and could be moody and impatient, especially if she was in season. She could see trees below, and, oh God, surely that was the same cairn of rocks? They were going round in a circle.
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