‘Make me happy, like you used to,’ she demands. As if it’s my fault. As if she hasn’t played her part.
‘After all these years, shouldn’t you know what you have to do?’ I know what I have to do alright. I don’t want to do it is all.
‘Go. Just go.’
‘I will,’ I say. Comes out strangled. If I stay any longer, I’ll let her talk me round again. Wouldn’t do either of us any good.
‘Cheers for nothing,’ she shouts after me, the woman turning from present into past who once was the girl holding my future.