I Like It Like That [antikvár]

In the beginning . . .'Dear God,'wrote Georgia, aged ten, in her best, newly joined-up handwriting the week after her mother died,7 am sorry but I do not beleive in you any more. What you did was something very wrong and you did not apologiese or anything. So when I die I will not come to see you. Actually in fact I will be going to the seaside instead.Yours sincerley, Georgia Abrams [Miss]XXXShe had added the kisses automatically, because she always put three at the bottom, the way she would in a thank-you letter to Uncle Howard or Granny. God definitely did not deserve the kisses, she thought, but it would be rude to cross them out now that they were there, so she sealed up the letter and poked it through the letter box of the church at the end of their road.