Lullaby for Two Little Boys
Irina swallowed hard on the lump in her throat as she walked through the early morning drizzle to the tube station. The red patent shoes she’d bought the year she arrived in England clicked loudly against the wet pavement, dotted with cigarette ends and stepped-on chewing gum. When she was on the train, she opened her Romanian-English phrase book and took out the little pieces of card that she had made for practising her sentences from inside its front cover. She read the words, sounding out each syllable in a whisper. “Could you tell me how to get to the sup-er-mar-ket? I have got a...
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