I had a glorious restful night. Vivienne

was preparing a cooked breakfast

when I came down. Augustus, it had

slipped my mind, but my granddaughter

Laura is coming to stay. I don’t like to

say no, at such short notice, as we’ve

had this planned this for quite some

time. I said I didn’t wish to interfere,

it was cool by me. Laura lived in London.

She was making her regular holiday

excursion to her grandmother’s. She

loved canoeing on the lake and hiking

in the fells. I spluttered when I heard this.

She was sixteen. Despite my atrocious

experience with girls, despite everything,

I was curious.

Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist

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