Chapter 75
“I’ll be waiting here tomorrow evening at eight o’clock. I want you to be wearing a suit and I’d like you to invite me out for dinner,” she said succinctly as she stepped off the train one Friday evening. And so it was. Harod had never been asked how he lived before he met her. But if anyone had asked him, he would have answered that he didn’t. On Saturday evening he put on his father’s old brown suit. It was tight around his shoulders. Then he ate two sausages and seven potatoes, which he prepared in the little kitchenette in his room, before doing his rounds of the house to put in a couple of screws, which the old lady had asked him to do. “Are you meeting someone?” she asked, pleased to see him coming down the stairs. She had never seen him wearing a suit. Harod nodded gruffly. “Ye
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