As Annabel and Jim walked along the street, it looked as though everyone except them was wearing ‘Yes for Unity’ badges.
“What are we going to do?” Annabel asked.
“What do you mean, what are we going to do? We’ll ask the insurance company to lend us the money for the cellar. We talked about this.”
“No,” she whispered. “I mean, what are we going to do in the election? They’re bound to know if we vote ‘No’.”
“And do you think it’ll be a fair count,” whispered Jim. “Why be a martyr?”
“I know, but the thought of voting for this government’s referendum makes me want to vomit. You know the registration instructions are only in English now and you have to take a British passport to the polling stations. They’re excluding immigrants.”
“Do you know, I had two students at my lecture today, the
