” She said. My mother died the day I was born; that’s what they tell me. To walk beside him, dressed akin to him, rucksacked and companionable, was bliss in itself; each step she took was like stepping once more across the threshold of heaven. I’m not that sort I quite agree. “Indeed,” she said, “I would not. A big breakfast is healthier anyway, so they say.
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