What was the harm in having a little fun with her own sister's husband? Then it became a bit too serious, not as she had planned. This wasn't fun anymore. Not a word, or the faintest of smiles to say goodbye... She turned her back and walked away. Winter 1987... Thirty-five years later... I'm still trying, desperately to make sense of it all.
There was never any real love, but maybe a little friendship... In the end, I had to give that pretence up too... In a strange way, that was the hardest thing to accept... There was just nothing there...
Sad and pathetic maybe, but the truth of this story is all about one thing. Cruelty...
Not the slightest trace of human kindness for another human being...
She'd shrug her shoulders maybe: 'Nothing to do with me...' She'd say... And then give her little, harsh, machine gun laugh...