Jane Calder

“She pushes me aside as she gets up from the chair, and walks out of the kitchen. Mum and I are still scrutinising the CCTV image when Matt walks in. ‘Let me see,’ he says, swiping it from under our heads. Mum opens her mouth, but closes it again. Obviously she can bite her tongue when it’s someone else. Matt looks like shit. He slept in the same jeans and T-shirt he’s worn for days, bar the press conference. He only went to bed in the early hours of the morning after drinking the best part of two bottles of wine. ‘Can’t”
― Elisabeth Carpenter, 99 Red Balloons