The Gift
“Davy took to doing his homework in the living room, against the blah from the telly, instead of in his own room. All that happened was that he got worse marks and began to feel how tense and fragile a film was Dad’s mask of confidence. Dad couldn’t nowadays watch even his favorite programs without switching channels every ten minutes, and when Mum insisted on seeing something right through, he’d be out of his chair half the time, fiddling with the volume or the contrast or brightness controls. Davy lay behind the sofa with his books spread around him, trying to relax his mind and let the pictures come, but he saw nothing.
Only one night, in bed, in the dark, he heard Dad coming up the stairs, wheezing slightly with the climb. Or was he sighing? Anyway he was thinking about Granny. She sat in the sun by the larder door, shelling peas. She was young, and though she wasn’t specially pretty, Davy could understand now, for the first time, why that other Davy and his friend Huw had done wha...t they had done.MoreLess
Only one night, in bed, in the dark, he heard Dad coming up the stairs, wheezing slightly with the climb. Or was he sighing? Anyway he was thinking about Granny. She sat in the sun by the larder door, shelling peas. She was young, and though she wasn’t specially pretty, Davy could understand now, for the first time, why that other Davy and his friend Huw had done wha...t they had done.MoreLess
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