There being no sign of her, and no sign of the promised refreshments either, I went in search of the lavatories.
I would have put money on their having a dusty bowl of apricot-scented potpourri beside the washbasins, and I was right.
On the way back, I spotted a telltale platform heel poking out from behind a swagged curtain.
There was a window seat recess, in which Laura was sitting in the lap of a man who, it soon became apparent, was Raymond,
although they were embracing so closely that it took a moment before I could see his face and be sure.
He was wearing black leather shoes, I noticed. So he did at least possess a pair.
I went back into the Bramble Suite without disturbing them; they hadn’t seen me, being very much otherwise engaged.
This was an all too familiar social scenario for me: standing alone, staring into the middle distance.
It was absolutely fine. It was absolutely normal. After the fire, at each new school, I’d tried so hard, but something about me just didn’t fit.
There was, it seemed, no Eleanor-shaped social hole for me to slot into.
I wasn’t good at pretending, that was the thing. After what had happened in that burning house, given what went on there,
I could see no point in being anything other than truthful with the world. I had, literally, nothing left to lose.
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