How to be Good - The Eye

I'm home by six, home to a sleeping house which, I now notice, is beginning to give off a sour smell of defeat. No one wakes up until quarter to eight, so I doze on the sofa. I'm happy to be back in the house, despite mobile phone calls and lovers; I'm happy to feel the warmth of my oblivious children seeping down through the creaking floorboards. ................
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