The brat wasn't hers, she'd just started hanging out with her. Another street kid. Evie didn't know why she'd picked her but she tolerated her hanging round as long as she kept out of the way while she was 'working'. The moment had come. She couldn't bear life any longer and she was going to either cross the bridge to the dark side or simply throw herself into the dark dark waters below. As she hurried to her destination, whichever it would be, the brat joined her and started pulling the other way. She was compelling and it made Evie mad. But the little girl was convinced there was a third option than death or darkness and she was pulling and pulling...


Whatever had triggered such darkness in me I was aware I was hanging on a knife edge. Perdita was the one who was holding out for life and hope, unusual as it's usually her who is swamped with misery and despair. But when she saw there was a real chance that I might go the other way she was there with her message to keep trying, keep trying at relationships, at bearing the pain of intimacy as offering another way than death or darkness...