this sorted out.â Marilyn held out the plug and the phone.
âYouâre such a technophobe.â Kyle was distracted. He switched the phone on and it made a funny sound. âYou can change your ring tone later. Iâll put it on charge then at least youâll be able to use it.â
âThanks.â
âHolly, you know what?â
âWhat?â
âYouâre my best mate and everything, but I donât get you. You know?â Marilyn didnât know, but she nodded.
âSometimes I feel like I donât know you at all. I donât trust people easily. You know â since my mum and everything.â
Marilyn mumbled. This felt like very deep water and she didnât think she could swim.
âSheâd be forty now. Itâs her birthday tomorrow.â
âOh.â There was no way that Marilyn could keep up with this. She was obviously supposed to know something she didnât know. And Kyle wouldnât believe what she did know. Or he might get upset. But then he was a boy. He wouldnât get upset, or cry.
âI miss her â you know? Dadâs cool and everything, but your mumâs important. Like your mum â sheâs great.â
Marilyn thought of her own mum, working away in the kitchen. She never knew whether sheâd be silent, or screaming at Marilyn for some completely unknown reason. She didnât know who her mum was. Sheâd never thought of that before. She swallowed.
Kyle was crying. Sheâd never seen a boy cry. She didnât think boys cried, ever. When her brother cried her mother said boys didnât cry and laughed at him. He soon stopped.
But Kyle was crying. Marilyn held out her arms to him. He let her hold him, his face buried in her shoulder, for a minute or two. Sheâd never held a boy like this. Sheâd never even touched a boy, except for her brother, when he was little.
âItâs okay, I just need to let it out. Dad says heâs had to learn to do that, since she died. Weâre always blubbing.â
Marilyn let go of him and he wiped his eyes and picked up the phone.
âRight, letâs get this mobile working.â
Sheila and I escape from the table. In the end. Sheâs better at making polite conversation than me. Iâm beginning to like her. Good, considering she seems to be Marilynâs only friend. Great for my project. The real inside story on 1962. From real people living here. Sheila will be my first interviewee.
âSo whatâs the most important thing in your life?â
She looks at me. âIs this one of those quizzes? Okay, boys, friends, music, clothes, my family.â
Nothing new there then. Is everyone the same? Would it be the same in 1952? 1942 even? 1842?
âWhat about you?â
âHm. Same I suppose. Only my careerâs important to me. Really important. I want to succeed, donât you? Earn loads, go on amazing holidays, have a great house.â
Iâm getting carried away.
âJust find a rich man. Thatâs what Mam says.â
Iâm shocked. âYou canât just live off some guy.â
âYou donât want children then?â
âCourse I do. When Iâm older. About thirty.â
âThirty? Thatâs very old. Iâd like children in the next couple of years. Two, a boy and a girl.â She looks down at her hands. I notice how thin they are. âBut that means Iâve got to find someone, a good husband, pretty soon.â
âYouâre only seventeen. Anyway, you donât have to have a man around to have children.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âLoads of people have kids on their own.â
Sheilaâs looking dead scared.
I realise Iâve been talking as if she knows who I am. As if weâre in my world, not years ago. Totally bad move. Correct myself.
âNo, of course, youâre right. You need to find a man, right. Anyone in
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