Chapter 37
After long days in the writing cubicle, and seeing little of his wife, I’m surprised that on Saturday, we’re all leaving the house together like one happy family: Rob, Pippa, a large brown envelope and me.
“Let’s go, we’re late.”
“For what? Where are we going?” Pippa asks.
“I told you, it’s a surprise,” Rob says.
“You know I hate surprises,” Pippa says.
“You’re just going to have to trust me on this one.”
Two long London Tube rides later, we emerge into a part of the city that’s new to me. The roads are filled with people using them as sidewalks, ignoring the cars that travel slowly and patiently behind them. It’s like a pedestrian revolt.
Tables filled with old items sit before each store window. Masses of people are touching doorknobs they don’t need, paperweights the
