When Sammy awoke the room was still dark and Jenny was wrapped in his arms. She’d crawled in beside him at some point in the night and, as always, she’d wet the bed. They were both sodden and he was so tired. The loud music, laughter and shouting had gone on for a long-time lastContinue reading “Nell Holland: Shame”
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