On the train to Doncaster I eavesdropped into a conversation between a young couple seated behind me. They were obviously in their getting to know you stage, and she shared her troubles with the police when she was younger, resulting in 60 hours community service from the courts. Apparently the victim wasn't hurt badly, only an inch cut to his neck and she hadn't done it. She told of her childhood, how her mother would leave her for days at a time with hardly anything to eat, how one time she had survived for four days on a packet of biscuits. Her tone was bright and chatty while imparting this devastating information.
The train pulled into Doncaster and as they got up out of their seats her companion said, 'Never mind love, life goes on'. I stole my first look at them, and watched as she stood there blinking. He then went on to comment on how easy it was to get to Frenchgate from the station, and she agreed.
The train pulled into Doncaster and as they got up out of their seats her companion said, 'Never mind love, life goes on'. I stole my first look at them, and watched as she stood there blinking. He then went on to comment on how easy it was to get to Frenchgate from the station, and she agreed.
