So he'd kept his distance, till it wastoo late. He heaved upwards as she pushed, andwith a sound like eeeerrreeek of metal on metal, the door gave way. She had a Walkman that she usuallywore on deliveries, the recorder tucked into an inner pocket of herleathers and the helmet holding the earphones in place. Chapter Twenty-FiveHavers said, I wish the situation would stop changing direction everytwenty-five minutes.
Davies has been on theinternet, he said. So does Katja. We were lovers, after all, and had beenlovers for eleven months. Instead, here he was dragging his sorry shiveringbum from an inadequately furnished flat into the cold, the wind, andthe rain where he was no doubt risking double pneumonia.
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