When God Was a Rabbit

7 September 1997

Dear Elly,

The whole prison watched the funeral yesterday. Those poor boys walking behind. It was very quiet in here. Everyone had their own sadness. For many it was the wasted time – the time they’d spent inside away from families or the time spent drinking or on drugs or the death of Loved Ones they never got to see again. Or the children taken away from them and put into care. Westminster Abbey looked beauti ful. I’ve never been. Never been to St Paul’s either or the Tower of London. So many places to see.

There are lots of conspiracy theories in here. Always are. I said people should have stopped calling her ‘Di’, that would of been a start.

You mentioned Mr Golan in your last letter.

I had a Mr Golan in my life too.

One of my mums old boyfriends.

Sometimes when I’d arranged to meet you and I was late, it wasn’t because of my hair. I wish I’d told you of all people. Im sorry. Their helping me in here about it. Its good. Talking. Lots of talking.

I shaved my head two days ago. I thought I might look like a man but everyone says I look pretty. I feel strangely free. Funny what hair can do to you.

Sorry about your last visit. Never stop being patient with me Elly.

Take care always

Your Liberty, your Jenny x