We were so envious of Kathleen for being with Johnny. He was five years older than us and they’d been together since she was fourteen. We were so jealous even though he hit her sometimes, slapped her face, but they were always together. Johnny was interested in the British Movement in the NF in National Socialism, he said they had something, he said they were onto something. I wondered about the scar that began at his top lip, skin laced tight up to his septum, I wondered whether he’d had a cleft palate, I couldn’t help wondering whether he’d ever tasted glass from the neck of a broken bottle.