Chapter 9 · free to read
Six o'clock Thursday. Two hundred people in ninety metres of lane.
I signed out of the hotel at half past five. I did not tell anybody where I was going. I did not intend to be careful.
The lane went off like a firework. I could not hear one word of it.
One day early. One whole day early, in front of two hundred witnesses. I had never in my life felt so completely out of my father's reach — and it lasted about nine hours.
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