Chapter 6: RealisationMarch and April, 1972
He couldn’t get the bloody window shut. Laurie cursed under his breath. He leaned even further over the kitchen sink to try and grab the handle with his good hand, but he couldn’t quite reach. Sally had latched it open to let the steam out this morning when she started boiling vegetables on the chipped blue Rayburn and she had forgotten to close it when she went home.
He made a final stretch, touched it with his fingertips, but then overbalanced and slipped on the slate floor. His weak leg went out from under him and he tumbled gracelessly to the cold tiles, swearing and knocking his stick on the way down.
“f**k!” he shouted loudly. “f**k, f**k, f**k, f**k. f**k and balls!”
He put his good arm across his eyes. There was no-one here with him,
