“To my complete and utter surprise, the writing on his door is gone. Vanished. “What happened?” I ask. It takes him a second before he realizes what I’m asking. “I washed it off,” he explains. “You what? ” “I wasn’t… — Laurie Faria Stolarz Copy Share Image
“After about half an hour I give up, thinking he must have stumbled home, when I find him. I'm in the girls' toilets, washing my hands, and I hear drunken poetry being recited from the end stall. I walk down… — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
