Chapter 4: All The Things We Don't Discuss
I was up, cotton-wool-minded from a dream of my brother. Too many dreams. Sometimes I couldn't tell if I was dreaming, or awake. Everywhere I existed was a grey area.
I could be sitting on the side of the street eating an apple or something of that nature when suddenly I would think I saw Ranulph striding across the road towards me, decked out in military splendour.
His face was different every time. I began to watch my tapes of the missing person reports more often. I watched my mother's delicate mouth shape I.R.A.1
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