Friday, November 24, 2017

Frontline Issue 40


For a few months Aoife suffered fits of misery. There I’d be, whizzing around the kitchen or tip-tapping away on my computer, and I’d turn around to find tears and a drooping lip. Something was wrong. Aoife has always had noisy spells. She used to specialise in a loud hum which often infuriated her family, though it did not distress...