نامه

Chapter seven

A letter

After George left, I began to hate my life with Tom.

Every Saturday we went shopping. We bought clothes, CDs and DVDs. Once, I liked shopping. Now when I looked at all the things in the shops, I felt ill.

I thought about George all the time. Where was he? Was he OK? Why didn’t he ring me?

Ten days after George left the centre, I arrived at work and there was a letter for me.

I went to a corner of the dining room and opened it.

Dear Nancy,

I hope you get this. I wanted to write before, but I didn’t know what to say.

I can stay here for six months. Maybe longer.

I’m in East London. There are a lot of other asylum seekers here. Some of their stories are very sad.

How are you? How’s work? Are you writing any stories?

Please write.

George

I looked at the address at the top of the letter. George was in Hackney! He wasn’t very far away from me. For the first time in ten days, I smiled.