I think that’s when I lost it.
And Clive? About three weeks after I’d issued the ultimatum, I surprised him and a woman friend loading his stuff into the back of a car. He introduced Gina. Her eyes sparkled with delight. I wondered whether to warn her but self-interest won out. He didn’t leave a forwarding address. We never saw a penny. Ray dropped a few dark hints – must be ways of finding out where he is...I didn’t rise to the bait.
The squat’s gone now. Part of the canal re-development. I went back when I was feeling up to it. I was hoping to rescue one of JB’s sketches. I was too late. There was nothing left. Just this big hole, piles of rubble and twisted metal being pushed around by bulldozers. I stood and watched.
One of the labourers noticed me, called across. ‘You looking for someone?’
‘No.’ I shook my head and smiled. Turned back towards Piccadilly. ‘No, not any more.’
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