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Wednesday, November 24, 2004

The empty house

When Jacob is away, the house gets sullen. The clock finds its voice. The hum of the PCs is louder. Toys are limp, the garden looks windswept and ruffled, piles of dirty plates pile in the sink.

Max cannot quite remember what it was like before Jacob arrived.

For sure, he had more time to think, more time to spend with Liz, just more time.

Max tries to think of what he did with all the time he had.

Max hears Jacob rush in downstairs, with his carer Joyce a few paces behind, in full chase.

Max doesn't have to think any more.

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