'1996'
'In the morning we walk all the way tot he beach to count puffer fish. Me five, her four, plus a dead rat. Lally crouches and pokes it with a stick. There are maggots squirming there and it makes me feel crook. It's the second day of the school holidays. It's not raining, but it's so cold the air feels wet. Lally picks up twigs and holds them like cigarettes. Her breath comes in clouds. I can tell she's trying to be grown up but she looks constipated.' (Introduction)