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Lee had always wanted a motorbike, his mum didn’t fancy the idea much. They were dangerous machines but George had faith in Lee. He would learn to ride well, Yvonne would see.
Lee slowed down as he approached the bend, carefully leaning with the machine.
George felt for his wife’s hand, he took a moment to catch a glimpse of her haunted face. He inhaled stiffly and squeezed her hand as they walked slowly towards the bend in the road. Without looking at her husband, Yvonne slipped her hand from his, shaking, she placed the flowers at the foot of the oak tree. If only she had put her foot down.