Chapter 22
'We'll shortly be arriving at Brookwood Cemetery.’ The words were like a slap or like somebody chucking a bucket of cold water over you on a hot day. Even baby Abigail is quiet as the Conductor clears his throat and gazes around at us all. I wonder what it is he's seeing; a bunch of strangers only brought together by a shared journey like I first did or, a group of people in his care. I suddenly realise that he hasn't yet checked our tickets and I panic as I fumble in my bag, suddenly sure that there'll be nothing there but of course there is and I relax again. Tickets don't just get up and walk away by themselves and I know, deep down, that it's not the thought of lost tickets that’s making me anxious but a great desire to not hear anything else that he might have to say to us. It's not l
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