Lizzie: I looked up what your name means – it means ‘bright fame’! Maybe your mum had a premonition of things to come?
Robin: Well, it’s not very appropriate now, is it?
Robin: Anyway me Gran picked it – she said I looked like a little scrappy baby bird when I was born, an’ I was all red.
It’s a bit of a girl’s name, though, isn’t it?
Lizzie: It can be either – for a boy, it can be a pet form of ‘Robert’.
Robin: I don’t know as I would like to be called that any better… Lizzie, d’you want to get married?
Lizzie: Oh – well – er –
Lizzie: – you’re not actually asking me, are you?
Robin: Well – yeah…
Lizzie: Um –
Robin: Ah – NO, Lizzie man, that came out wrong! I didn’t mean I’m askin’ NOW, like – I mean – ah, I dunno, me thoughts were wanderin’ an’ they just sort of got as far as me mouth an’ came out, I didn’t think how it was goin’ te sound.
Robin: Probably I had you worried there, didn’t I?
Lizzie: Not worried exactly, but you took me by surprise a bit! What were you thinking about, then?
Robin: Um…it went a bit all round the houses really…there’s lots of stuff I’ve been thinkin’ about lately cos I’m tryin’ te sort meself out a bit.
Robin: It’s took me a long time to feel like everythin’s stopped spinnin’ round in me head, so I could start te think about it all properly, but I can do that better now cos it’s just nice bein’ with you, and with me friends an’ all that. You’ve all really helped me te feel better about stuff, so now I feel like I can start getting’ things straight.
Lizzie: Well, that’s good, isn’t it? You do seem much more relaxed now, Robin, and you’re managing with everything much better, aren’t you?
Robin: Yeah…
Robin: Lizzie, there’s still loads of stuff that – that I find hard…
Lizzie: I know. But we’ll all keep helping you, with whatever you need.
Lizzie: Robin, is there something the matter..?
Robin: Ah no, it’s just, I wanted te tell you somethin’…ah – Liz, you – you know –
Robin: – you know I’m dyslexic, don’t you?
Lizzie: Well – I guessed you might be. I wish you’d felt you could tell me before.
Robin: I didn’t want to because – I wanted you just to like me, an’ not think I was thick, I didn’t want you to know there was somethin’ wrong with me–
Lizzie: Oh Robin! That makes it sound awful, saying there’s something wrong with you.
Robin: Yeah but there IS, Lizzie – me brain doesn’t work properly, does it?
Lizzie: It just works differently. Anyway, no-one will think you’re thick – although they’ll start to believe you are, if you keep telling people you are. You put yourself down so much.
Robin: I just like to get in first, before anybody else says it…Liz, you won’t tell anyone else, will you? I don’t want everyone else to know, or, well, not yet anyway. I just wanted to tell you cos, well, you worked it out, didn’t you, an’ it seemed wrong to not come out an’ say it.
Lizzie: If that’s what you want, I won’t say anything – but I’m glad you felt you could tell me. It’s not easy trying to hide things, is it?
Robin: No, it’s not easy – not easy at all…
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