England And Other Stories
“Now it seemed all right to do so, Sean took a pack of cigarettes from his jacket, took one out, then offered the pack in his usual abrupt way to Andy. They’d been together at Holmgate School just six years ago, then together at Wainwright’s till it closed.
The hearse and a couple of following limousines had driven off, leaving the lingering, spreading spillage of a surprisingly large congregation—a ‘good turnout’, as their former headmaster, Clive Davenport, had been apt to say about various ot...her occasions. He was now in the hearse on his way to be cremated.
‘She looks a right little whore,’ Andy said.
Sean said nothing. Then he said, breathing out smoke, ‘How many whores have you seen lately?’ They were referring to Karen Shield, who’d been at Holmgate with them, in the same year. Neither had seen her for some time, but she was recognisable and certainly noticeable.
It was a grey mild blustery afternoon in April and it had rained recently. There’d been a general standing solemnly and silently as the hearse departed, then one or two people had waved.MoreLess
The hearse and a couple of following limousines had driven off, leaving the lingering, spreading spillage of a surprisingly large congregation—a ‘good turnout’, as their former headmaster, Clive Davenport, had been apt to say about various ot...her occasions. He was now in the hearse on his way to be cremated.
‘She looks a right little whore,’ Andy said.
Sean said nothing. Then he said, breathing out smoke, ‘How many whores have you seen lately?’ They were referring to Karen Shield, who’d been at Holmgate with them, in the same year. Neither had seen her for some time, but she was recognisable and certainly noticeable.
It was a grey mild blustery afternoon in April and it had rained recently. There’d been a general standing solemnly and silently as the hearse departed, then one or two people had waved.MoreLess
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