Belinda Green heard what they were saying and came up.

I can't really know until you tell me about Belinda.

The information she had turned up was good enough for Belinda.

I saw an image in Belinda's mind, but she had to think the name.

It's almost as if Belinda wanted me to let her go.

My father told me that was why Belinda shouldn't have kids.

For weeks, Belinda thought about that girl, and sometimes she still did.

But she kept that part of the story from Belinda, too.

He led Belinda through the shop and into the sitting room.

It was the moment when Belinda felt she should leave.

There was nothing Belinda could do about the way she felt.

David became a high school coach, and Belinda a teacher.

There was no way she could continue living at home, where Belinda had lived.

Belinda was just standing there looking around, the same way she'd looked at her body.

Although most women of the time only married and had children, Belinda wants more.

It all felt new to her, as if she had never been in Belinda's bed before.

But Belinda sat there because time had stopped for her.

But the class were not going to let Belinda take the blame.

"They were the family who used to live here," Belinda said.

Belinda rose like she meant to make a run for it.

It was dark when Belinda left his office that evening.

There was no one in the shop but Belinda and her father.

She wondered if Belinda felt the same way about her.

Belinda wondered where she would be exactly one year from today.

But she knew that Belinda would come straight home from school to look after her.