in a drawer, and Halla has asked me twice why I keep it and I have not got an answer that satisfies either of us.
Yvie.
She was twenty-nine when she signed that statement.
I have read it about forty times. It is a page and a half and it is not, in itself, a lie — that is the clever bit, and it is the bit that tells you who drafted it.
It says that I worked long hours. True. It says I was distressed in the staff room on
