![]() ![]() It’s funny when you start thinking about pivotal moments in your life like this, chance happenings that end up meaning everything. I said maybe she should consider it rent and wouldn’t the world be a better place if people stopped taking things that didn’t belong to them? My sister, Mercy, had borrowed my coat the night before-without asking-even though boys’ clothes don’t suit her and it was at least two sizes too big. It turns out the ten pounds wasn’t mine at all. I went in for a lift home and strolled right into the weirdest encounter of my life. I never normally take cabs, but it was five o’clock in the morning and I was too tired to walk anywhere and I’d just found a tenner in my coat pocket. I thought it was kind of sad and I liked it at the same time. The 3 of number 13 was a w stuck on sideways. ![]() There was a healing center next door-a pretty upscale name for a place with a battered brown door and no proper door handle and stuck-on wooden numbers in the shape of clowns. That’s where I first met Violet Park, what was left of her. ![]() The minicab office was up a cobbled alley with little flat houses on either side. ![]()
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