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If only we’d never gone there, thought Alans. They were scrambling up the mountainside in the late afternoon heat. Alice was so tanned that she look as if she had lived on the Mediterranean for months, while he, being fair, had turned a blotchy, peeling.

He looked up at the mountainside, the path twisting upwards towards the cairn cross, the white heatoutdoor house Inflatable Gamesbleaching the rock. Why on earth couldn’t this talk about it? Why couldn’t he even accuse her?

He had thought its was going to be all right. But its was as if the heat had drained their love.

At home they had been so blissfully happy that he now realized it couldn’t have lasted. She comes to his school from the Midlands because her family had split up. An only child, living with her father, trying to look after him, lonely, depressed, anxious, she had come to Alan to be healed. At least, that’s what he liked to think. Had he healed her? No. Tom had, even though Alan loved her with all the passion. Now his hatred for both of them was as strong as his love.