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256 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2000

Finally, John groans through the music.
– You know what that means, for me, he says.
– Not necessarily, I go.
I’m feeling jittery, ragged, claustrophobic, a bit sick. For once, I’m grateful for the musical racket dinning through the sound system.
– You’d have been notified, I say. As firmly as I can. Has Fishook called you to the bridge yet? I can’t see John’s face from here, but I guess he’s just staring moochily out of the porthole at this point. – Well, has he? I say. No.
– No, John echoes.
– Well then, I tell him. Hang on to that, is my advice.
