12. The Last Bus
I stood by the bus stop at the top of Sandy Lane. This was something I had wanted to do again for many years. Very little had altered since I had stood there as a boy. I had waited there on many occasions with my parents and my younger brother for the last bus back into town, four miles away, where we lived.
We had come here to visit my aunts and uncles who lived on the edge of a large country estate in hous...
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