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Leggings:

Two days later I dressed in cropped leggings and an old t-shirt, and went out again for my jog. I could see her sat on the bench by the lake. She was waiting.

"Hey!" she said positively as I sat down beside her. "I've been thinking. I should have talked to you sooner. My problem was something like that."
"Kay!" I said sitting down. My guts were hurting. It was not a good morning.
"There was a will in my boyfriends family," she said, "After what you've told me you must hate me."
"What happened?"
"He sold some of it, and now he's to too terrified to come home!"
"Some of this matches mine!" I said slowly. I was wondering if it was the same old will.
"Or if it wasn't him. It was within his family. Either way he's gone for good!"

"North sea fishing rights?" I enquired coldly. I knew it had to be I hadn't heard of it for years, the last time I was sat in the school library writing notes when the teacher came in to inform me that the Queen wouldn't ever allow the school girl who had bought up the fishing rights to make money from it. She scrapped the licencing system rather than pay Grandad or me. Hurt Grandfather that she felt that away. That day in the library: possibly 1970, I had grinned quietly and gone back to my notes. Granddad and me wanted to conserve the North Sea, so all it wasn't a bad thing, to keep the farm fishing boats out. Now its the only sea with lots of fish, its time for the rights to return to the Crown.

It was so easy to go back to the house in Elfast; with its ghosts, with its dual memories. So bitter-sweet yet I will never step into the hallway again to say that's its a safe house to live in. Next door wasn't a good house. I told them that too! I was not allowed to know if I was right or wrong. That time however, I knew. It was talked of. I kept quiet. It was Elfast. I'm not sure if the will scams didn't start in that house, when Mum came home and made me show their second daughter how to fill in a form. "Sign the name you've always wanted to be known by..." She'd said strangely, "Then she'll sign it, underneath." Ten minutes later I heard her comment to some other adult, "That way we can make Y (their second daughter) the counter signee on the accounts." I made myself a sign an odd asortment of letters Ululululu Umumumu which got me slapped on the spot.
"When the letters arrive from the Home Office," she said angrily, "You'll never remember that, and I've sorted it so they only come once."

A letter did come to me addressed to that name many years later - when I lived in Suffolk, and I didn't remember that name. So I sent it back. I believe that now was the plot to remove me from the country. When I fully recovered the old memories I wrote to the Home Office about it all, but they knew nothing, or had found the right recipient. Or perhaps it was when after I left, they had something happen; when I came to visit in Staffordshire, the children were asked not to tell me what had happened in Elfast. They were loyal, and have never told. Still this poor woman didn't want all my life story. She was in a mess all of her own.

She burst into tears. "Yes," she sobbed bitterly, "I might have been. I never saw the will either though."
"Do you have a copy?"
"No!"
"I'll never know who I am (was) then," I said humourlessly. It wasn't a laughing matter not knowing who one is. I had to forget who I was (except that I am a lady) to live with the family. Grandfather insisted. People like us have to forget utterly so that we can not endanger others.

"They want me to take the blame for all this." she said sadly, "They keep on following me and talking about me, its a matter of ill repute every time I try for a job. Every time I go out I get knocked back!"

I sat thinking, "Want to come with me to the police station?"
"I daren't!" she gasped out, "I want too - I really do. Except they have people everywhere."
I nodded at her. "Take it easy," she looked as if she was going to have a heart attack. "Here's a card from the shop I work at, why not pop in during the week!"
"Won't they have a go at you then?" she asked me sadly, "I don't want to be trouble. It's really bad around here the social bullying. And its not the obvious culprits. Its the....." she burst into tears.
"The clubs," I said quietly, "I know, I have been on the inside, just to see why. They have a funny take on it all. Everything is theirs apparently!"
"I'm so scared," she said, "I would have gone, except they got me put in that hospital, lost me my job, and since then say it isn't over until they've put me out of Norfolk, with nothing!"
"Look; Phyliss and me; we don't care. We've decided not to worry. So come and have a look. It will really be okay!"
"Okay," she said and got up. "If I can't - I'll be here again soon."
"Okay!" I agreed and watched as she slipped out of view.