“That
first time – when I met you at the station.
You kept touching that chain round your neck. Made me wonder. The average teenager’s careless. My girls for example. Always losing things – mobiles – I-pods –
keys. Careless. But not you.
You wear your front door key round your neck. Because you can’t afford to lose it – there’d
be no one to let you in. I watched you
coming out the station. Most people stop
at the vending machine – grab a coke or a snack. Not you.
Counting the pennies.”
(from A Raucous
Time by Julia Hughes)
5½*/10.
The complete review is here.
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