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she stared at ice caps melting, the earth’s crust boiling, the sky ripped asunder by plague and pestilence. ‘I just have to see…’
    ‘Ruby,’ I said, ‘don’t worry about all that stuff. It’s not the end of the world.’
    She looked at me and grimaced. ‘That’s not funny, Daddy.’
    But it made me laugh.
    When we came downstairs the porridge had gently bubbled to that perfect consistency of creamy thickness that I liked.
    Lara came in from the garden, holding something in her right hand. A cigarette butt. She threw it at me. It hit me in the middle of the chest, just where I always felt the tightness. A spitfire, my dad would say. She’s a little spitfire.
    ‘Do you know what that is, George?’ she said, her eyes shining. ‘That’s another nail in your coffin.’ She sat down at the breakfast table and covered her face with her hands. Ruby and I looked at each other and then back at Lara. ‘Thanks a lot, George,’ my wife said, her voice muffled by her hands. ‘Thanks a bloody million.’
    Then we ate our porridge.
    Rufus was still at the bus stop.
    I stopped the car on the other side of the road and opened the window. He looked across at the car containing his father, his mother and his sister, and seemed to cringe, and looked away. There were a few other kids from his school at the bus stop, but he didn’t seem to be with any of them.
    ‘Do you want a lift?’ I shouted, the rush-hour traffic roaring between us.
    He tore his eyes from the pavement and screwed up hisface. ‘What?’ he said. ‘Can’t hear.’ Other kids stared across at us.
    I looked at Lara in the passenger’s seat. ‘What could I possibly be asking him? What else could I conceivably be asking the kid?’
    Ruby leaned forward. ‘What’s the capital of Peru? If God really exists then why is there so much suffering in the world?’ She sat back with a chuckle, smiling wearily at her big brother scanning the street for a sign of his bus. ‘He wants to get the bus, Daddy.’
    She was right.
    So we left him at the bus stop, and took Ruby to school – right up to the gates. We were still allowed to do that. She even gave us both a peck on the face, without first checking who might see.
    She really did make me smile all the time.
    And the smile only faded when she fell into step with one of her classmates, and I saw her moving her skinny hips from side to side as she hiked up her grey skirt. She had started wearing her white school socks above her knee and it was not a good look.
    ‘Young lady,’ I called.
    She turned, raised her plucked eyebrows, and gave us a little wave of the hand that could have meant anything. Okay. Goodbye. Bugger off. But the hemline on that grey school skirt did not go any higher, and that felt like the most I could ask for.
    Lara touched her watch as we eased back into the slow morning traffic. ‘I’m going to be late,’ she said.
    I hit a switch on the dashboard.
    ‘No, you’re not,’ I said.
    I swung the car to the wrong side of the road as the sirenbegan to wail, watching the oncoming traffic pulling over at the sight of the two blue lights that were flashing inside my grille, and everyone hearing me long before they saw me, and all of them getting out of the way.
    Life the way it should be.
    ‘You know you shouldn’t do this,’ Lara said, sinking into her seat with embarrassment, but laughing at the same time.
    I smiled, happy to make my wife happy, proud that I could get her to work on time, and looking forward to the moment when I was alone at last, and lighting up the first one of the day.

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    Just as Eskimos have fifty different words for snow, so the police have endless terms for the copper who never leaves the station.
    Station cat. Canteen cowboy. Shiny arse. Clothes hanger. Uniform carrier. Bongo (Books On, Never Goes Out). Flub (Fat Lazy Useless Bastard). And an Olympic torch (yet another thing that never goes out).
    And despite the light show that I had put on for Lara, that