Love, Rosie (83 page)

ciate
finding
you
asleep
in
my
bed
with
that
.
.
.
whatever
she
was
.
.
.

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Kevin

Rosie

Water
under
the
bridge

Well
you
said
make
yourself
at
home
.
.
.
Anyway
that’s
all
water
under

the
bridge,
we’re
both
sensible
adults
now.
(You’re
getting
on
a
bit—thirty

next
month!)
I
would
really
love
if
you
could
help
me
out.
Please
help
me

out,
I
would
be
forever
grateful
and
I
honestly,
truthfully
mean
that.

love,
rosie

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Rosie

Kevin

You
owe
me!

Oh
OK
but
I’m
not
promising
any
miracles.
Don’t
mess
this
up
Kevin
or

Bill
will
hold
it
against
me
and
it’ll
ruin
my
grand
master
plan
of
taking
over

this
hotel.

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Rosie

Alex

Life!

Christ
Alex,
who
knew
Kevin
had
learned
to
walk
and
talk?
I
thought
he

was
still
at
school.
He
just
suddenly
grew
up.
Not
that
he
was
ever
one
for

sharing
his
life
stories
with
me
anyway.
He’s
so
secretive.
It’s
people
like

him,
the
world
has
to
worry
about.

Things
change
so
quickly.
Just
when
you
get
used
to
something,
zap!
It

changes.
Just
when
you
begin
to
understand
someone,
zap!
They
grow
up.
The

same
is
happening
with
Katie.
She
changes
every
day;
her
face
just
becomes
so

much
more
grown-up
every
time
I
look
at
her.
Sometimes
I
have
to
stop
pre-

tending
I’m
interested
in
what
she’s
saying
in
order
to
realize
that
I
actually
am

interested.
We
go
shopping
for
clothes
together
and
I
take
her
advice,
we
eat

out
for
lunch
and
giggle
over
silly
things.
I
just
can’t
cast
my
mind
back
to
the

time
when
my
child
stopped
being
a
child
and
became
a
person.

And
a
beautiful
person
she
is
becoming
too.
I
don’t
quite
know
where

I’m
going
with
this
letter,
Alex,
but
I’ve
been
thinking
about
a
lot
of
things

lately
and
my
head
is
a
bit
of
a
muddle.
It’s
hard
to
grasp
things
and
keep

them
firmly
in
your
grip
because
quicker
than
you
know
it
they
slide
right

through
your
fingers
and
you
lose
control.

Our
life
is
made
up
of
time;
our
days
are
measured
in
hours,
our
pay

measured
by
those
hours,
our
knowledge
is
measured
by
years.
We
grab
a

quick
few
minutes
in
our
busy
day
to
have
a
coffee
break.
We
rush
back
to

our
desks,
we
watch
the
clock,
we
live
by
appointments.
And
yet
your
time