FIFTEEN
So, to approach Sally Cartwright I’d have to go through this lady up the road, I decided. Yes. That was the answer.
Then I did a double-take. What was I thinking of? I was still silent when the man said, ‘Well, must get on.’
‘Of course, you must have so much to do, Mr—?’
‘Clarke’s my name.’
‘How do …
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