[[[the wonderful mess that we've made]]] [[[part iii]]]

11.

Once the tents were pitched, all dozen of them in a little circle, I took Ed to one side and smacked him round the head.

'Did you fucking know?'

'Know what?'

'That he'd be here. Ed, I told you about what happened in confidence.'

'Ok, so I knew, Kyle concocted this plan to make you two talk. But don't you think it's time you made up?'

'The guy led me along and got someone else pregnant.' I hissed. 'Or thought he had, whatever.'

'Look, don't you think he's suffered enough?'

'I'm leaving.' I said loud enough that the group of people gathered all turned to look at me.

'Lillian, stay.' Woody urged me. I heard a chorus of agreement. I recognised so many faces of bands I'd met along the way, and their crews. Greg, Coop, Ben were all there too. Ed wasn't wrong; it would be nice to just pretend we were normal people for one night. And the rare chance to see my brother. I just wished Dan wasn't sat there looking like he might burst into tears at any moment.