Capable of being shaped, bent, or stretched out“Put on your mask.” Julia pulled over in a layby just before the viaduct. She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel in irregular beats which ground on my nerves. I’d spent the afternoon preparing for the job and trying not to replay the scene of Mother being wheeled away for the last time. Julia had forced me to call in at the RSA and pay the bill for the soldiers’ early tipple. She’d c****d her head as I’d counted my steps to the bar and back.
“Are you ready?” Her irises glinted, reflecting the light of the overhead street lamps.
I didn’t know the answer to her question. A knot of pain throbbed in my chest, and I shrugged. I slipped the mask over my face and pulled goggles over my eyes to protect me from the aerosol fumes. The black Mold
