Mum and Julie were in Julie’s bedroom. Julie sat on her bed, leaning back against some Elvis newspaper cuttings, wet tissues in her hands. Her mother sat beside her, consoling arms around her shoulder.
“You’ll meet someone… nicer soon,” Mum said. “I remember…” and she told Julie how she’d been dumped by her boyfriend when she was seventeen too... “but then I met your dad.”
Julie forced a smile, then stood up: her makeup must be a mess. But just to be safe, she waited until she was certain there’d be no more tears before she looked into the mirror.