 | ‘Still no sign of your friend, Mum?’ Liz shook her head and sipped coffee. She watched the crowds outside the cinema.  | |
 | On the first night, her mother comes to visit at 3am. She stands there in her best suit, the one with the mother of pearl buttons that Louise gave to the charity shop two weeks after the funeral. | |
 | ‘No,’ she said. ‘The sounds must be separate. Listen.’ She took a deep breath, as though it was an effort to concentrate. ‘K-a-p.’ Each of the three sounds was curt and sharp and definite. |
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November 2008
