Written on 24 March 2019
Mildred
Bless her. Such a pretty young thing. She thinks I'm Kate's aunt, not her great aunt.
“There's a disabled loo near reception. That should give us plenty of room.”
Myself and Tim's stupendously handsome father delicately take each of Kelly's hands, and pull her to her feet.
His ex-wife is eyeing us suspiciously as we lead her towards the toilet.
“Kelly's feeling a little unwell. We're just going to help her feel better.”
Kelly gives us away a little bit by giggling, but who cares. I haven't felt this alive in years.