Because there is a version of this where nobody ever tells her, and she grows up in a house with a photograph of a young man on the shelf and thinks it is simply a lovely sad story — and that version is more comfortable for me every single day for the rest of my life, and it is a lie, and she is entitled to her own mother.
Kelda Cray is on the shelf too now. Since the March. Second frame from the left, in a green coat, holding a baby.
Pamela had it. She is in a home in Harlan and she does not know who anybody is, and a member of staff went through a box for us and found four photographs.
And Bernadette, who I rang at half eight in the morning in the January and shouted at.
I want that on the record because she did not deserve one word of it.
