Sod s LawChapter 12
Friday 18th October 1985 It was nine o’clock when there was a knock at the door. I was still in bed, finding no reason to get up. I had the day off and I was feeling not a little depressed. “Yes?” More in resignation than annoyance. It was Imogen. “You’ve got a visitor. In the library,” she said through the closed door. “So early? Who?” “Who d’you think?” “Helen?” My spirits surged. “Yes, who else? I’m off out to work now. I’m late. I got her a coffee.” Another knock four minutes...