Like she was terrified of keeping him waiting. Then, Marsha remembers him on a couple of occasions suddenly turning up, sliding his black Volkswagen into Marsha’s parking space, sounding his horn in three sharp blasts to summon Evie, who was out of the door in seconds: Honestly, it was like a rat out of a drain. To start with, Radnor was simply a name, someone Evie couldn’t keep out of her conversation. They were both working for the same company and did a marketing campaign together holed up in Marsha’s flat in Moseley every day for the best part of three weeks. After a particularly hard three-hour session with Evie, she rings me up at work to discuss it all. But at least we don’t have to deal with Radnor. Unsettled, too we’ve got problems of our own. Asking for advice, rejecting it, crying a good deal, losing weight.
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