Monday September 8
The night spent as a ‘grown-up’ twosome in a single bunk bed
was declared to be marginally more comfortable than the hearth-rug from the
previous night, but it had not been indusive to sleep, so Cleo and Gary were
correspondingly rather tired as they walked briskly to the hospital, a
red-brick Victorian building on the sea-front, where Susie Sweet’s earthly
remains were to be examined.
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