Thanks, everybody, for uh... not traumatising my mum while she was here.

God, the room smells like her. It's her perfume...

Oh, Annie? She left a letter, telling me to treat you right. Guess she went through my journal. Anyway. I was thinking. Dinner? I'll cook-- that is, if it's all right with the kitchen staff to nick a few things.

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This is all so mad. I don't think I can fully wrap my head around this. Sammy-- my little Sammy-- was the Detective Inspector.

Bolan, he said his name was. Marc Bolan. [She laughs a little] Thought it sounded funny at the time; he didn't look like a "Marc Bolan" to me. He was always a Sam, even when he was pretending he wasn't. I thought it ( Read more... )