Page 130 of The Silent Appeal

From: Lucas Stibson

Date: April 26, 2025

Subject: Re: Delicate matter

Cheers, Fran, the girls are ok will have a word with Georgia. L x

Message exchange between Lucas and Amelia Stibson on April 26, 2025:

6:12 p.m. Lucas wrote:

Don’t chat our shit with Fran.

6:12 p.m. Amelia wrote:

What’s she said?

6:12 p.m. Lucas wrote:

Email about kicking G out. Where’d she get that idea?

6:13 p.m. Amelia wrote:

I have to talk to someone. You’re never here.

6:13 p.m. Lucas wrote:

I don’t need her on my plate.

6:13 p.m. Amelia wrote:

Never asked her to send it.

6:14 p.m. Lucas wrote:

Doing my best babe but G is fam and she’s got shit going on.

6:14 p.m. Amelia wrote:

Wish you would kick her out tho.

6:15 p.m. Lucas wrote:

I know babe, but not yet. Enjoy tonight yeah? Love you.

6:16 p.m. Amelia wrote:

Love you.

To: Sarah-Jane MacDonald

From: Joyce Walford

Date: April 26, 2025

Subject: Sausage and mash

Mash is a pain in the neck from shop to plate. First you don’t know how many potatoes to get. Then they have to be washed, eyed, peeled, scraped, chopped, boiled, skimmed, drained, and then, just when you’re ready for a sit-down, it’s time to roll up your sleeves and mash ’em. By the time they’re slopped out onto the plate you’re knackered and they’re stone cold.