Marina thought it best, once the sobs had subsided, to quit the scene. It was not a Friday and given it was not a Friday her presence would have been suspicious. So she reasoned. She would be back in the morning as usual, but not for the usual. So, it was a Thursday. She slipped out by the back gate leaving me and the dog to weigh our options as best we could. He was better at this than me, because he quickly decided to apply himself to his balls once again.
No, the usual would no longer be the usual. A new usual would have to ensue, when I had only just got used to the newest usual. There had been too much action for my liking, too much change, too many events. Putting aside all those events that led to me fetching up in this mausoleum of a mansion, since that time, Cass had gone, George
