Hummin’ doesn’t rhyme with summer, the line doesn’t end in a question mark, and is it meant to mean, literally, do you remember that time when things smelt really bad? Then there’s a really bad rhyme, a rhyme that isn’t, properly speaking, even a rhyme. Let’s twist again like we did last summer. Both at once.Īnyway George is spending the first minutes of the new year looking up the lyrics of an old song. That is so obvious that it is stupid even to think it and yet so terrible that you can’t not think it. This will be the first year her mother hasn’t been alive since the year her mother was born. She just went in and checked on him he was dead to the world, though not as dead as the word dead literally means when it means, you know, dead. It is better than him being at home, standing maudlin in the kitchen or going round the house switching things off and on. Now it’s January, to be more precise it’s just past midnight on New Year’s Eve, which means it has just become the year after the year in which George’s mother died. This conversation is happening last May, when George’s mother is still alive, obviously. Since when? And is that a moral conundrum? This must be a bit like driving is, except without the actual, you know, driving.Īm I? George says. The passenger seat in the hire car is strange, being on the side the driver’s seat is on at home.
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