How it was

They used to fight in the front of the car

We’d be driving to Primrose Valley or somewhere

A cheap caravan or a day out by the sea

She’d start hitting him repeatedly

Short punches to the side of the head

He’d fight her off with his free hand

Tell her: I’ll crash this bloody car and kill us all

They never used bad language

The two of us would look at each other

Sitting in the back

And giggle

That was how we’d worked it out