Another boy who 'fancied' me was Morris. It was only the wierd and wacky boys who liked me, and this didn't change as I grew older. It was the waifs and strays of this world who wanted me. Somehow I recognised that their inner neediness was akin to my own. Morris used to phone the house daily and ask to speak to me. He never just popped in as Dennis had, he was terrified of Ma, and so he should've been. She was stern, unfriendly and downright rude to him on the phone, always refusing to let me talk to him. He was a few years older than me and I didn't like him anyway. All girls wanted to be liked by the most popular boy in school, not by the geeks! And I was no different.
