“I ask her why we’re running and she shouts back that she doesn’t know. Passers-by must assume we’re shoplifters, evading pursuit. I can see them checking the crowds behind us for security guards. It’s a wonder no one tries to make a citizen’s arrest. We stumble into the entrance of H&M and thank God it’s cool and calm in there, Mika playing cheerily over the loudspeaker. Melody takes a moment to adjust her little skirt where it’s ridden up round her thighs, and I unzip my camouflage jacket.... No one turns a hair. First thing that draws me in is a stand loaded with plimsolls, because my last pair got ruined when I had to check the cattle after it had been raining all week and the nature reserve was like a swamp. There are some navy trainers I think are smart, and I’m turning them over to see the size stickers on the soles when it occurs to me I ought to be keeping at least half an eye on Melody. I look round and she’s in the far corner, trying on dark glasses and a beret and draping ten scarves round her neck and shoving twenty bracelets up her arm.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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