Chapter 9 · free to read
He has met me twice, at two funerals, fourteen years apart. I am counting on a man who has never once had to remember a teacher's face.
The state of them was deliberate. Every eleventh entry is booked twice, and every double entry is signed off by a foreman who is now in a river.
Nine days to be boring. He gave me one, and he spent it working out what I was worth to him alive.
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