Chapter 1Kingsdown, Bristol, 1957
“It’s two pounds a week, take it or leave it. I’ve got plenty of other folk waiting in line who’d be glad to snap up this place,” said the middle-aged man, hitching up his belt over his substantial belly.
Kenneth doubted the statement held any truth, but he was running out of options. After chasing after lodgings in more desirable areas, already rented by the time he knocked at the door, in his increasing desperation, this rundown, bomb-damaged central suburb of the city seemed a good bet to find somewhere to live in a hurry.
Ignoring the landlord standing in the doorway, impatiently drumming his nicotine-stained fingernails against the door frame, Kenneth took his time to look around the second-floor room, chilly even on an August day. It was bound to
