HARRY’S NEIGHBOUR BARNEY was gone for the week, so he’d given me the key to Barney’s room. This was a first-year room, so it had two single beds. I assumed that Barney’s roommate had gone away as well. If not, I felt confident that Harry would see to it that he didn’t bother us for a while.
Us being me and our rescuee. Who still didn’t have a name. This had meant that we’d had to skip the usual introductions in Harry’s room – well, that and the fact that Harry didn’t really give a f**k about people’s names anyway. Oh, and the fact that I’m an uncultured swine who never bothers himself with social niceties.
My other nameless acquaintance, he of the permanent smile, had given Damien & Morag a lift back into Hillbrow, after Morag had spat at Damien’s feet when he’d suggested that the two of
