Katka sniffed, gulping air after the tears as she wiped the back of her hand across her cheeks. With tears still in her eyes she stared at sleeve of her jacket. Mr O'reilly had given her the old military jacket years back, when she had first moved to Britain, the memory of it still vivid like it was yesterday.
The jacket had been far too large for her then, but O'reilly had simply grinned down at her; out on his gravel path in the warm summer evening. He had ruffled her hair fondly, scooping her up onto his shoulders as they walked back towards the house she and her mother were renting"You will grow into that jacket one day my girl. And by that point it will be you fixing that old car of mine, I tell you..."
With a shuddering sigh Katka stood up, pulling the jacket close around her. 'And grown into it I have...' she thought bitterly, thinking back to how lithe and thin she had been as a youngster. An energetic storm her mother had always called her, chasing the neighborhood dogs and getting covered in oil from head to foot in O'reilly's garage every other day. She flicked her fringe aside and slipped out from between Nestor's arms, an embarrassed flush already rising in her cheeks again as she muttered "I'm fine... really."