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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Bingham shared the feeling of exhaustion he saw in the youth’s face as he relived the day his mum ran away, and that was what Bingham wanted. Soon, he hoped, memories would be stirred, old loyalties and disloyalties restored: the passing of time and the slip of the tongue. Slowly, a picture of this woman was forming in his imagination. Bingham wasn’t one to be hurried. ‘There will be time … to prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet’. Eliot’s phrase came back to him as he sat in the family’s kitchen pondering and watching the son of Helen Sanders.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Bingham shared the feeling of exhaustion he saw in the youth’s face as he relived the day his mum ran away, and that was what Bingham wanted. Soon, he hoped, memories would be stirred, old loyalties and disloyalties restored: the passing of time and the slip of the tongue. Slowly, a picture of this woman was forming in his imagination. Bingham wasn’t one to be hurried. ‘There will be time … to prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet’. Eliot’s phrase came back to him as he sat in the family’s kitchen pondering and watching the son of Helen Sanders.