...Jake was a sunny child. Those were the words Arthur's mother used to describe him. Everyone loved him - she said that too. 'It's because he's so cheerful,' she said. 'So interested in everything and everyone.'

Arthur studied his own reflection in the square of mirror in the bathroom. His big plain face and mud-coloured hair. Sunny wasn't the word that sprang to mind. What would the right word be? Not cloudy...Overcast? Dull? That was it. Dull. He even felt dull.

The other side of the bridge, Mary Lawson

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