Tom Oakley has come to the grave of his late wife, Rachel. He had
Bought ‘em at the paint shop. Your paint shop, Rachel. Remember? Your favourite place. Tubes and pots and brushes. Colours. ‘Paint has a lovely smell, ent it,’ you’d say, spinnin’ with delight, eyes lit up. ‘And a lovely feel!’ Your shop. I went in. First time in forty years. First time since… Bought the pencils. Asked to ‘ave the boy’s name put on...
David Wood, Goodnight Mister Tom, Samuel French Acting Edition, 2014, p.71
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