Danny

“To think of larger things is madness. A bar of reconstituted soap. A clean chamber pot. A sharper razor blade than yesterday. These things come to mean a lot. They keep one just about sane. They are something to think about that is not Tom. Because to think about my policeman would be hell. I do everything I can to avoid such thoughts.”
― Bethan Roberts, My Policeman

“I have no choice, I know that. I can pretend she doesn't exist and risk losing him altogether, or I can put myself through the ordeal and keep a crumb of him.”
― Bethan Roberts, My Policeman

“but I couldn't reply because by then I was weeping, using my every muscle to do it silently and without moving. It was the relief of it all, and the wonder of it, and the disappointment.”
― Bethan Roberts, My Policeman

“I say I do everything possible to avoid thinking about Tom, but, of course, Tom is mostly what I think about. And it is hell. Not least because the more I think about him, the more I cannot remember the reasons why we could not be together. The more I think about him, the less I remember anything that was wrong, or difficult. All I remember is sweetness.”
― Bethan Roberts, My Policeman