EPILOGUE
ONCE UPON A TIME IN LONDON IN THE LATE NINETEEN EIGHTIES
Elsie has been dreaming that she was making love to a stranger. A weird, fragmented dream in which she couldn’t make out much detail, not even whether the person with her was male or female. She thinks female but can’t be sure. In any case, it was rather disturbing; she was enjoying it but feels guilty now and distinctly uncomfortable. This is not the sort of dream a woman of her age should be having, now is it? She can’t even remember the surroundings she was in although there is a vague thought in her mind that the location was familiar and well known to her. Or was it? She really can’t recall any detail.
She closes her eyes and thinks she might drift off to sleep again. It is early morning, and she does not really reli
