She wished that the drive would never end, but it was only three miles after all. Even Lucy’s bra and panties, the ubiquitous polyester underwire and matching cotton bikini briefs from Kmart, were gone. “I’ve brought you up some dinner, Vee,” she said. She owed the nun a great deal, including her command of English, for no one else thought to ensure she could speak her mother tongue. Arrived at Westbourne-Green—then nothing more than a common covered with gorse and furzebushes, and boasting only a couple of cottages and an alehouse—he perceived through the hedges the objects of his search slowly ascending the gentle hill that rises from KensallGreen.
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