Holiday Job
By Lesley. Dear Reader, The story I am about to tell you happened a couple of years after we got married. Despite having a brilliant relationship, I have never been able to tell my husband about this event or, indeed, anyone else, which is why I suppose I have chosen to spill the beans here to record at least that it happened and wasn’t some bizarre dream. My name is Lesley. It was the summer of ’73. I was twenty-two,
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