The road is long. Someone added the winding. Spider is on the run. He has six weeks of exquisite boredom on his star chart. This ends with her feast. A death worth looking forward to. Not today.
Today sees Spider outside the circus tent selling bursaries to stove pipe Victorian men escaped from a Lowry painting. Would be patrons of homeless children too poor to pay an entrance fee. The hats make them look taller and thinner than they really are. A hat always makes the difference. Spider chose a flat cap. “60 quid for that one sir”. He speaks it like neither a plea nor a demand. Just facts. Stick to the facts.
The fact is this business may be illegal.
Harry, Henry, Bob. She sits and counts them off.