Jim returned to London to give an interview for the big stretch about the importance of a Federal Union. The journalist that had arranged it told Jim that she had tracked down his sister and gave him the address.
He found her in an apartment that had a small kitchen, a bathroom and a living space, which included her bed and TV.
“Jim, good to see you. However did you find me?” her smile seemed genuine.
“It wasn’t easy.”
“Let me put the kettle on. Do you like cocoa? I’m afraid I don’t have tea or coffee, unless you like herbal tea.”
“Cocoa is fine.”
“I’ll make you some toast. I bake my own bread, you know. How is Annabel?”
“She has breast cancer.”
Lisa stopped what she was doing and looked at Jim.
“Oh, God. I am sorry, Jim.”
“She’s being treated. Survival rate is very good for bre
