Losing Her Twice. Glynis Gertsch

Wayne stared out of the barred window.     "Since the trial I haven't talked about it, ya know."     His back was upright and motionless in the chair. But his hands moved on his knees, then jammed into his pockets, drummed on the table.     "Are ya from the newspapers?"     Before I could answer he said, "What ya wanna hear?"     "Anything you want to tell me," I replied.     He leant forward. His young eyes looked straight into mine and when he spoke, the words flowed from a wound.