9 November 2012
Ben got back really late. I heard him come in, even from the bedroom. He stubbed his toe on something and swore softly. I decided to go and see him. I climbed out of bed and stuck my head round the door, like a child.
"Ben?" I whispered into the darkness
"Go back to bed, Alice!" He muttered, sourly. Now I felt like a child, too.
"Can't we talk?"
"We have spoken!"
"Well, do you, at least, want the bed?"
"No!"
"We've got a another six weeks of holiday left, it won't be any fun with no one to talk to."
"We'll you might but I don't have another six weeks!"
"What?"
"Like you said it's no fun with no one to talk to!"
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