we walk down to the beach petula drops in next to me patrycja and ginny up ahead we turn a corner at the end of a street the bay opens up in front of...
the van is spotless, like it has just come from the showroom ginny, no smoking in here, ok, says patrycja she’s sat in the driver’s seat, checking us...
open my eyes, vision slow to focus edges of ginny come into view, standing above me she’s smiling, holding something rub my eyes, she’s holding a cup...