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That’s how we got here. Ask no questions, you’ll hear no lies; what the eye doesn’t see the heart won’t grieve over. Like Aesthetic Art Models and me strutting my stuff for a bunch of tired old closet poufs, and Leni dancing about in her gym-slips and knickers at twenty quid a set of six. Christ Almighty! There has to be something better than that. A couple of tacky little cock-teasers: that’s us. But I don’t think it shows, we’re behaving all right, all the social graces. So far. And Leni! Dead cool. She was amazing at dinner tonight, really amazing, carrying on as if she had done that kind of thing all her life. Asparagus tongs! Well: I didn’t know what the hell they were for, she did. And all that fiddling about with the fish things; didn’t turn a hair, to the manner born, extraordinary. You’d never guess she’d just picked it all up from a few suppers with her geriatric ‘fans’ at the Inn on the Park. I think we passed muster, but we won’t push our luck, a day more, if we’re asked, and then clear off, otherwise I’ll really be corrupted.
He pulled the shutters together carefully and felt his way across the dim room to bed. A magic day. Really magic. The Peverills. Funny pair, pretty deep, pretty odd; they’ve got their own problems, that’s for sure, something’s rumbling about, but you never know about people, do you? Can’t really tell. And he said, not everyone born in a stable is a horse. He switched off the transistor.
And that’s a fact.