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Meredith : 3rd Day - 2
Kempton bangs on the door and shouts at me to collect my clothes from him. I fell asleep after all. As I walk over to the door, I step through patches of bright sunshine on the floor. It’s late. I’m surprised to find how much I’ve slept over the last couple of days. My subconscious must be shielding me from reality. Sukey’s awake, too, rubbing her eyes and staring round the room.
I c***k open the door, keeping my weight against it in case Kempton decides to push his way in. He behaves himself and hands the clothes through to me, piece by piece.
“Fifteen minutes,” he calls out as I shut the door in his face.
Sukey and I walk into the sitting room in under ten. I’m looking forward to our shopping trip after two days of imprisonment in a speeding car with a coup
