“Don’t forget me, Bethan,” she said as the conversation drew to a close, “Don’t you forget me”.“I’m not going to forget you, Claudette”, I replied, smiling wryly. If we were speaking on the phone I might also roll my eyes in exaggerated exasperation. The conversations with Claudette always ended like this. She’d tell me whatContinue reading “In Memoriam”
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Life in the Hostile Environment 