Do you remember Frances? Slight, reticent; cool bob - crooked fringe; skinny legs sticking out of her ironically, other-era, mini-dress. How I loved her edgy confidence that was punctuated by giggles, as if she was withholding what she really thought about everyone else. How I wanted to tell her that I recognised something in her … Continue reading 4th May – but tell me does he kiss, like I used to kiss you? Does it feel the same, when he calls your name?