In the end, they stretched it out to as much as they could afford:
a pair of jeans for Kathleen, who‘d been watching the ad for 501s on television;
a Queen album for Joan, who‘d glued herself to the Live Aid concert that summer and had fallen in love with Freddie Mercury.
Sheila had written the shortest letter, asking plainly for Scrabble, providing no alternative.
(29p. ff, 2021) - P29
He went on feeling not unlike a nocturnal animal on the prowl and hunting, with a current of something close to excitement running through his blood.
Turning a corner, he came across a black cat eating from the carcass of a crow, licking her lips. On seeing him, she froze, then fled through the hedge. (104p. ff, 2021) - P104
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