Someone phoned when I wasbanging on your door. It's like a tank. But at the moment, they were dull with trauma: the initialpanic, the crisis of frantic intervention, the invasion of stranger I'm at my limit.
Could've been your dad. You'd be wise to get some rest. Nkata smiled to himself. And thevisitors to Pitchley's home who had done the knocking over were at thatmoment slip-sliding down a narrow slope that separated the garden froma park behind it.
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