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Kennedy's Children

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'It was already November the twenty-second.'

Diane glanced at the letter and attached visiting order.

'Another Christmas alone.'

She switched on the radio for the news. The final item made her smile. Girls sobbing in the streets because they were unable to buy tickets for a concert. At thirty- four Diane was too old for The Beatles.

Today was Friday. The insurance man was due. She wondered about getting dressed.

Ted sat like a toad on a rock while she made tea. As she spooned sugar she felt his wet lips nuzzle her neck and breathed the familiar scent of cigarettes and Old Spice.

When he had done, she went to wash in the small bathroom. She listened for the sound of his departing footsteps and the thud of the door closing. In the kitchen, his empty mug covered a clean five-pound note.

As her shift at the supermarket ended at six, Diane arrived home in good time for Radio Newsreel. The announcer, though not the usual one for some reason, sounded solemn:

"News has just come in that President Kennedy has been shot..."

She thought back to the story on the morning bulletin about the girls in Liverpool.

'Soon the whole world would be crying.'

 

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