As the book opens, Marion is setting down her story, telling it for Patrick who has had a stroke.
His chin had a scar on one side – just a small dent, like a fingerprint in plasticine – and he was wearing a sneer, which even then I knew he was doing deliberately, because he though he should, because it made him look like a Ted but the whole effect of this boy leaning on the door frame and looking at me with his blue eyes – small eyes, set deep – made me blush so hard that I reached down and plunged my fingers back into the dusty fur around Midnight’s ears and focused my eyes on the floor. He couldn’t have been more than fifteen – barely a year older than me but his shoulders were already wide and there was a dark hollow at the base of his neck. He was leaning in the doorway with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to the elbows, and I noticed the fine lines of muscle in his forearms. Firstly Marion, who fell for Tom, the brother of her best friend, the first time she saw him … This is a story of two people who love the same man.
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