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Gestation

“You’re not going to pay this are you?”

“No, probably not!”

He ended our little inter-play with mutterings about bloody colonials and an earnest warning about taking care.

At 2.00am I slid in beside Steph in the make-shift bed on the lounge floor at No 46 … shattered. It seemed that my head had hardly hit the rolled-up clothes that made do as a pillow, when the shrill ring of the phone in the corner, brought me to a blurred awakening. I crawled over and uttered a husky, sleep-deprived salutation.

“Mr Molloy … you are not on the boat!”

“… I know, we missed it, we’ll go on the next one.”

A short silence followed.

“Mr Molloy, there is no next one!

Penelope in a state of nearly-readiness