“I had a fierce headache and (my parents’) soft conversation was like a light rain falling on the hot roof of my head.” — Deborah Kay Davies Copy Share Image
“…old male friends my parents probably kept under the stairs, and wheeled out for special occasions grabbed the chance for a grope.” — Deborah Kay Davies Copy Share Image
“I tried to whip some feelings up but the inside of my chest was as hollow as an empty rubbish bin; totally, absolutely dried… — Deborah Kay Davies Copy Share Image
“I had a fierce headache and (my parents’) soft conversation was like a light rain falling on the hot roof of my head.” — Deborah Kay Davies Copy Share Image
“…old male friends my parents probably kept under the stairs, and wheeled out for special occasions grabbed the chance for a grope.” — Deborah Kay Davies Copy Share Image
“…round the back of my little heart I could hear a lonely breeze whistling away everything I cared about.” — Deborah Kay Davies Copy Share Image
