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Release. Clack. When the darkness continued, he reached forward and gave the fluorescent tube above the mirror a double tap with his fingertip. It crackled for an instant before casting a sallow light over one half of the bathroom. Mounted to the left of the sink was a round, extendable mirror. He examined his magnified skin in it, captivated by the layers of epithelial tissue, by the orange peel, by the inherited, unchanging size of the pores. After half a minute he blinked, washed with a tea-tree-oil facial scrub and dabbed with a towel before applying moisturizer.
Do not start. ’ ‘I never feel it when Grampy gives me my injection,’ Martha said. ’ ‘I still don’t understand why the baby can’t come with us to the airport,’ Nancy pressed. ’ ‘Because there won’t be room,’ Martha echoed unhelpfully. ‘She can go in the back with your uncle Fritz and aunt Helga …’ Nancy continued. ‘Helmut and Frieda,’ Daniel corrected, turning the volume on the radio back up as a Foo Fighters track came on. ‘And they are not my aunt and uncle, they are my cousins. ’ ‘He did,’ said Martha.
The hitchhiker he had seen earlier was getting out of it, his shape blurred by the slush on the windscreen. The man waved his thanks and strode off towards the revolving entrance door of the terminal. The only sound was the soft percussion of icy rain on the roof of the car. CHAPTER THREE Ypres Salient. Last Monday of July, 1917 PRIVATE ANDREW KENNEDY CANNOT UNDERSTAND WHY THE MEN marching ahead of him have stopped singing mid-song. There is something in the ditch – a carcass. Its lips are pulled back as if baring its teeth and its bloated belly is moving, making one of its hind legs shudder.