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Only the Balcony Offered Escape…
There were no real Romeos in my youth. Well yes, perhaps I am misleading you. There were more than enough wannabe Romeos; sufficient numbers to annoy the nuns who tried to maintain a chaste authority over my education. There was Simon with the motorbike and green eyes, there was Tim with a long black coat, he cried, there was Phil the David Bowie fan who is now Phil the vicar. There were others too, but none of them climbed up to my window like a Romeo, or like Angel in “Buffy”, or like Steve in “Stranger Things”.
There was once a balcony however, edging my grandmother’s house like battlements; and there was a hot summer sky, with seagulls wheeling higher, and there was Neil. Polite, charming and slightly wild Neil who stood on the edge of the wobbly stone precipice and leapt down to the dandelion lawn below. He was showing off. Afterwards we went to the beach and ate ice creams with his little bothers. I always suspected that jumped because he wanted to impress them, but maybe the balcony offered an escape.
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