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Scarlett

We had a new car. Well, she was new to us anyway. We had bought a brand new model soon after the kids had moved on and the house had been paid for, but when Scarlett came to live with Helen and me, she had done eighty thousand miles on the second engine alone. Mrs Adams said she had owned Scarlett for seventeen years and didn’t want to see her go, but the time had come when driving wasn’t as much of a pleasure nowadays. She preferred to be chauffered by her grandson. Then she could nod off when she wanted to, or just watch the world go by. Continue reading