By Charlotte Lamb
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Pitty,' Jamie said. He was beginning to talk, but so far his vocabulary was small, and mangled, so that only Marisa was able to guess what he was saying. Remembering that she had promised to bring-Sally some cakes, Marisa hurried on to a shop two doors away and parked the pushchair. 'I won't be a minute, darling,' she promised Jamie, whose lower lip began to tremble. He gave her an accusing look. ' It was one of his favourite words be¬cause it was one which even the dullest grown-up seemed to understand.
Her skin seemed to be too tight for her bones. They ached as they pressed against it, her white face all angles and sharp lines. ' 'I'm a Londoner,' Marisa said. ' Marisa had been an only child. Her parents had been restless, impulsive people who had moved all the time. She had never lived anywhere for long, constantly moving to new areas, new schools, finding new friends but always losing the old ones. She had hated the per¬petual change which made up her life. She had longed for permanence and a settled home, and she had never had it.
They had a dog by then, the first pet they had ever owned, and they took it for walks across the Heath twice a day. Marisa had no longer lived with them; she had had a bedsitting-room in Camden Town. She visited them from time to time, but her parents had somehow never been close to her. They were too involved with themselves. A child had always been too much of a tie to them, an extra piece of luggage for them to carry around. She often thought they found it hard to remember who she was. The policewoman watched her, trying to judge what she was thinking from her expression.