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away. “Bones. I don’t like bones. My bodies are newer bodies. Recent. Only a few years ago.” She leans in closer. “Thick as thieves they were,” she whispers.
She points at the field and the woods and the reservoir. He nods as if he’s really interested but when she turns away he returns to the dig, shaking his head. She stares after him, watching him crouch back down by the dig. Eventually she retreats to the dam, gives the water one last look and shuffles back towards the village.
At sunset, Florence and Squish come to join me with two packets of crisps and two bottles of ice- cold homemade elderflower fizz.
“That was horrible.Town was so hot and Emma
is a witch.” Florence ties knots in a strand of grass.
“I could kill her sometimes. Still, we’re here now.
Cheers!” We clank our bottles together and Mum
and the team crack open bottles of beer and eat
crisps while scraping at the earth. It’s a party and
a dig both at once. As the sun drops, a couple of
people from the village join in as volunteer diggers.
Mum’s new friend Cat, Florence’s uncle Tony, and
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