‘Dad, there a truck outside full of barbed wire, d’you know anything about it?’
‘It’s for river meadow. I’m sick of that bloody woman’s dogs worrying our sheep, time to get tough.’
‘You don’t know her dogs are to blame, more likely a fox.’
‘It’s her fault!
I don t know why he hated her. Since I bumped into her in the village, we’ve got on really well. She liked the fact our hair is almost the same colour.
My mother left us when I was small; it’s good to have a woman to talk to occasionally.
Dad wouldn’t understand.
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