and allow a time when we both just sit here, me in the bed and she beside it, and we let the sounds of the rain take the conversation away. ‘Well now,’ Mrs Quinty says, giving herself a little tug. ‘That is a lot of rain.’ And neither of us speaks again for some moments, we just sit up here in this skyroom ﬂowing with rain. Then I turn to Mrs Quinty and nod towards the books that all smell of ﬁre and rain and I tell her, ‘I am going to read them all because that is where I will ﬁnd him.’
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