‘I know... you’re right. But cut her some slack. Let her get used to the way things are now...’
‘I’m not putting up with it. We’ve had this crap non-stop since we sold the old house.’
‘Yes, and we probably will a while longer yet. She’s hurting.’
‘So am I.’
‘Yes, but you’re thirty-seven, she’s not quite seventeen. We just have to give her some space.’
‘She can have all the f*****g space she wants around here. There’s nothing but space.’
‘Come on, love. Leave her to it. I’ll go and see to her, then I’ll come back and make us both a cup of tea. Okay?’
‘She needs to sort herself out. Bloody prima-donna.’
‘Let me talk to her, Scott. Please.’
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Half a bar appeared, then a whole bar, then two. Tammy was well away from the house now, walking along the road into Thussock. She dialled out
