Chapter 5After a fitful night’s sleep filled with unnerving dreams, Kenneth avoided looking too closely at the mirror. But when he briefly tucked in his shirt or combed his sleep-ruffled hair, he saw no one but himself.
The days blurred from one to the next, his humdrum work at the warehouse and nights of book learning brightened by the occasional cup of good coffee and a glance at Gino’s smiling face. One late afternoon, when he’d convinced himself that a snack and a coffee would give him the leisure to check his homework ready for tech, Gino remained by the table after delivering his order.
“What time do you finish tonight?” He asked.
“About eight.”
Gino scuffed his shoe against the clean linoleum floor. “The Bridge on the River Kwai is on at the Odeon tonight. It starts at half past
