“Is that you, Jim?” Annabel shouted from the living room as soon as he entered the flat.
“Yes, darling.”
She met him in the hall.
“Sam Patel is here,” she said.
“What?”
“He’s on the sofa.”
Jim rushed through to the living room to see if it was true and found Sam, as Annabel had promised, and sat on the sofa.
“Sam!”
“Jim, it’s so good to see you.”
“Where have you been? What happened?”
“They made me sign a document promising I would be silent about everything.” Sam took his glasses off and cleaned them with a handkerchief.
“Are you okay?” Jim sat down on the sofa next to Sam.
“They called me a spectacle hound and made me crawl around on all fours to get my food.”
“Who did?”
“They kept us in some kind of camp, Jim.”
“Who did?”
“Unity. They called it a re-education centre. I gu
