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Jackie goes to Oxfam every Sunday, tries on clothes and flirts with the sales clerks. Rose, age eight, kicks the carpet and looks at travel guides.
Twelve, and she has her favorites. The Italian guide for the food, the German guide for the houses, the Swiss guide for the mountains.
Fifteen, and Jackie still flirts with the sales clerks, but Rose spends her paycheck on guidebooks.
“Wasting your quid, you’ll never go there,” says Jackie. Rose reads them before bed.
Later: “Come with me,” he says, and holds out his hand.
There isn’t a guidebook for this. Rose doesn’t care.