Page 191 of The Silent Appeal

Whatever it’s MEANT to be it doesn’t deliver.

4:21 p.m. Issy wrote:

Everyone laughed! Even Joyce.

4:22 p.m. Nicky-Rose wrote:

They weren’t laughing at you. They were laughing at that fucking awful statue that’s supposed to be from 1951 but is holding a mobile phone in its lobster claw.

4:25 p.m. Issy wrote:

Can I have a hug?

Message exchange between Kevin and Sarah-Jane MacDonald on June 1, 2025:

4:31 p.m. Kevin wrote:

What shall we do?

4:31 p.m. Sarah-Jane wrote:

We?

4:32 p.m. Kevin wrote:

I was hoping you’d have a word, she’d take that thing away and tomorrow reappear with two simple clay sculptures of the same female figure.

4:34 p.m. Kevin wrote:

At this point I don’t care what the figure is doing, just so long as it’s clearly female and made from plain clay. That’s all I want: a simple woman.

4:35 p.m. Sarah-Jane wrote:

You can tell Emma that.

4:35 p.m. Kevin wrote:

She’s your friend.

4:35 p.m. Sarah-Jane wrote:

I don’t know. Is she?

4:41 p.m. Kevin wrote:

Issy’s crying and Nicky-Rose is on damage-limitation duties.

4:42 p.m. Sarah-Jane wrote:

So I see.

4:44 p.m. Kevin wrote:

She’s only been here since January, yet I’d be lost without her. Why are you up in the lighting box?

4:45 p.m. Sarah-Jane wrote:

Keeping an eye on Sammy. She’s found the community toy crate.