Sandra FlintI awoke the next morning in astonishing discomfort. I hadn't known such vice-like pain since I relocated a wardrobe from one bedroom to another at Jackie's behest. It would look better by the front room window, she'd said. No, not said, insisted.
Now I felt crippled. As I eased myself out of bed, yet again I reminded myself of the need to stretch all the muscles I was hell bent on strengthening. If I didn't, before long I would be stiffer than tensile steel.
Finally on my feet, I fished out from the wardrobe's top shelf a clean shirt and some shorts, stoically ignoring the rucksack. I had no idea what I was going to do with that cash, but at least the paranoia that was wont to rise up in me periodically had begun to wane since I convinced myself the likelihood of the stash be
