“Cheese and piccalilli sandwiches, cups of tea. “I can see the future, Maxi,” I said. “So can I. You’re going to spill your tea. And then we’re going to get a roasting from Mum.” “No, I’m serious. I can actually see the future. And I can change it.” He asked what I had asked. What anyone would ask. “What’s going to happen to me, then?” “I don’t ever want to see your future, Maximum,” I said. But now it didn’t matter if I did. I thought I’d worked it all out. I could still deliver the message, so my family would be safe, but I had found a way to cheat death. Peter had almost convinced me that the death of a recipient was inevitable, but I had fought against the way he accepted things. I was just angry that I hadn’t thought of it before I let Tom Kingston go for his bath. I lay back into the soft cushions and pondered what all of this could mean for me, and for Peter and his son. I thought of Peter’s face, red and then blue in the jellyfish room. I thought about his big arm around my wai...st in the retirement home, the way it made my heart beat faster to be pulled toward him.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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