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Chapters (36)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. PART ONE
  5. 1
  6. 2
  7. 3
  8. 4
  9. 5
  10. 6
  11. 7
  12. 8
  13. 9
  14. 10
  15. 11
  16. PART TWO
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  18. 13
  19. 14
  20. 15
  21. 16
  22. 17
  23. 18
  24. 19
  25. 20
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  27. 22
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  29. 24
  30. 25
  31. 26
  32. 27
  33. 28
  34. POSTSCRIPT
  35. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  36. More from the Author

I was slightly perturbed by what Grace had to say, so I took a little stroll to calm me down. It’s something I often do when I feel ill at ease. This is how I use a walk to my advantage: I imagine, for example, that it’s a beautiful sunny day and I’m wearing a pair of baggy red corduroy shorts and a magnificent pair of tan yellow clogs. The clogs are massive and important-looking. They are made of a hard, almost translucent toffee. As I walk along, various people of all ages open their front doors or lift up their sash windows to shout out encouragement and admire my magnificent clogs.

‘Those clogs look more than sufficient, Gary!’

‘Well done, Gary, don’t you look the part!’

‘Amazing, Gary, just amazing. You always seem to get it right.’

‘You look like you own this place and everywhere else I can think of.’

At the end of the street, on a day that feels useless, I imagine that I turn around and drink up the applause of the cheering onlookers. If it’s a day where I feel more towards the positive, I stop dead still, facing the sun, and slowly look down to the ground. I imagine that my toffee clogs have melted to a sticky puddle around my feet. As I walk onwards, I hear doors and windows being slammed shut and a few lone voices passing comment behind me.

‘Shame about the clogs, Gary. Still, they were nice while they lasted.’

‘Totally inappropriate material, Gary. But, then, you knew that. You need to get your act together, mate.’

‘Gary, you fucking wanker.’

It’s all about inviting equilibrium and balance into my life. Today I see the onlookers cheering me and it helps me come to the decision to go and search for Satsuma. The only two helpful bits of information I had were that she lived on the Grange estate in Walworth and that she owned a daft-looking bicycle. I decided to take a drive up to Walworth and have a nose about. First of all, though, I needed to fetch my phone from the office. If you are going nosing, you should probably have your phone with you. I was also hoping that either Wilmott or Cowley might try to contact me. I had new questions for them coming into my mind every ten minutes.