When my aunt asked if I’d come to stay with her at the beach, it seemed like perfect timing. She had just moved in with myself and my mother in the little cottage off Great North Road. It was very noisy at night with the traffic streaming past, the buses and the souped-up cars, and my aunt said she couldn’t think. Neither could I. I’d just moved back in with my mother after breaking up with Robert. The little cottage was really only good for one person.

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