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215 pages, Paperback
First published July 1, 2015
Later, we lay in our stomachs on the edges of their pool, our faces inches apart. I could see they way her hair looked when it was wet - dark underneath the blonde. And the blond slightly green, like the hair of all the kids who had pools.
We'd been told that it would rain often in London but I hadn't thought about the kind of rain it would be be. I was used to rain or no rain: a tropical torrent that swept out of nowhere, or days of incessant sunshine.... In London it just rained, greyly, endlessley, like a weepy friend, always sorry for herself.
Darcy's father stepped forward and seized Darcy's hand as it brought his spoon up to his mouth, so that the milk spilt on to Darcy's t-shirt....
'You can wait til lunchtime'.
Darcy stood there, breathing heavily, wiping the milk off his t-shirt.
'If you don't have the common courtesy to join us for breakfast then you don't deserve it'. His father was sweating, cold waxy beads of it on his white, clean shaven face.