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to have . . . what was her name?’

‘Mrs Elm,’ Nora said.
‘ at’s it! Mrs Elm!’ And then he said somet hing even more startling. ‘I
saw her the other day.’
‘Did you?’

‘Yeah. She was on Shakespeare Road. With someone dressed in a uniform.
Like a nurse’s outfit. I think she was heading into the care home aer a walk.
She looked ver y frail. Ver y old.’
For some reason, Nora had assumed Mrs Elm had died years ago, and that

the version of Mrs Elm she always saw in the librar y had made that idea
more likely, as that version was always the exact version she had been at
school, preser ved in Nora’s memor y like a mosquito in amber.
‘Oh no. Poor Mrs Elm. I loved her.’