Kit part 1.

When Kit was ten years old, a visitor cut her wrists in the kitchen. Kit was hiding under the table when she did it.
Kit knew the visitor, it was Julie. Julie used to come over to visit Lee, Kit's older brother. They would do their homework in the bedroom and Kit would ahve to read his comics at the kitchen table.

"Kit, can't you read somewhere else, pet? I have to get the tea on before work," his mum used to say. She was a nurse and worked lates on rotation.

"Julie and Stephen are doing their homework," he'd say quietly.

"Oh, it's best you stay in here with me then, they won't want disturbing," she'd reply, furrowing her brow. "Do you want to help?"

Kit would gauge chunks out of potatoes and carrots with a knife, trying to peel them, then drop them into a pan of salted water.

"Thanks love, you're a good boy."

Kit's mum would ruffle his hair and sometimes kiss him on the cheek before se left, telling Stephen to be in by 11 o'clock. He'd groan and swear if it was a Friday night, but was usually be back in time because Mrs Gough would pop round to make sure everything was OK.