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328 pages, Paperback
First published August 26, 2015
There was an unbroken stranger inside Miriam Delaney – the same age but louder, the same height but taller.
That stranger is now a woman and she is still buried deep. She is a doll inside a doll. Pull a string on the outer doll and nothing happens. Pull a string on the inner doll and she speaks. Trouble is, no one can hear the inner doll. No one knows she’s there.
Feline logic told her that he had dragged himself here to die. Why else would he have turned up in the woods at 11.30 p.m. on 4th August with no bag, no possessions, just a wallet, a phone, and a guitar?
But the cat was wrong.
He hadn’t come here to die.
“My dad used to make people swoon, back in his heyday. Women used to stare at his bottom.”
“His bottom?”
“He had a nice one, apparently.”
“And did he?”
“What?”
“Have a nice bottom?”
“I couldn’t say.”
“Why?”
“Well, I’m his son. It would be really weird if I went around saying that my dad had a nice bottom.”
“Technically speaking you do go around saying that, otherwise we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”