“Someone had entered the room during the night, removed my shoes, cleaned them thoroughly, and returned them before morning. I had been woken up by Skirmish pounding the typewriter with heavy, laboured strokes. He said he was writing an abusive letter to a woman whose restaurant he had attempted to wreck the previous evening. He had been thrown out before he could overturn half a dozen tables. ‘Where was War?’ I asked sleepily. ‘Trashing the place next door,’ he replied. Skirmish said he’d follo...w me after finishing his letter. As I was leaving he added that War was now stomping about in the Stock Room searching for equipment, and Pestilence was testing mid-flow vomit samples in the Lab, so neither would be at breakfast. I thanked him, and closed the door. In the corridor on the way to the dining room, I was seized by a memory so powerful that it momentarily paralysed me. It was connected to the snow-white woman I had seen in the cinema foyer on Tuesday. * * * It is nine months before my death.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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