thirty-three
What I told Martha about Mr Samuels was perhaps not all that she had hoped, as the application of the encyclopaedia told me. That she didn’t repeatedly apply the encyclopaedia hinted that she thought nothing else would be forthcoming. She was particularly irked by my being unable to supply an address. Dragging George to his feet, she left, swearing that she would track the fucker down herself.
She locked the door behind her. I never knew the door had a lock, but, there you go, it did.
This new incarceration was so much better than the last one. For a start, I could see. I didn’t see too well for a while, but eventually I saw well enough. Then, of course, I was not alone this time. As soon as Martha and George had gone and the door locked, Marina set about sorting things out
