“Never quite understand what I was meant to settle for instead. That was the way it was. You could never ask why. You have to work it out in between the gaps, in the silence, between each careful mouthful of chewing Sunday dinner or run your finger tips along the wall paper and underneath the aging drawn liner in the bedrooms.

Like that time I introduced her to Alfie, "Well that's fine Ena, if that's who you settle for" she said in the kitchen on the morning of my wedding with a faint scent of betrayal. Through I could never understand how I could I have disappointment her so much if I never was shown another way.”