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Salmon took to watching the camera and sound crews as various scenes were shot and re-shot all over the village. He found it fascinating and never tired of seeing how the actors could switch from being themselves, then characters, then back again. Over the course of the next few lunchtimes and evenings, it became something of a ritual. It was the Wednesday evening, as he sat on the same old bench, that Helen appeared. He flinched a little when he saw her. Nothing had passed between them since their last incredible night; not a message, a phone call, nothing. He didn’t know quite what to expect as she sidled up to him and sat down.
Close up he could see how drawn and worried she looked.
She had a piece of chewed up tissue in her hands and she leaned forward and played with it constant
