Why would you want to leave?' 'I've just made up my mind. It's the best thing to do. Lots of people move to London.' 'Lots of people living in London wish they could move to Cornwall.' Tears were now rolling down Millie's cheeks. Silently, they dripped on to the starched cotton sheets pulled up over her knees. When she was confident she could sound normal - and not as if she was blubbing like a big baby - she said, 'I just think I need a change. Nothing wrong with that. Oh, and there's something else I've decided.' There was a long pause. 'What?' 'The next time we bump into each other, I'm going to show you something. My tattoo.' 'Why?' 'Because it doesn't matter any more. I'll be moving away, won't I?' Draining the last dregs from the bottle into her tooth mug, Millie wiped her