If they are, they went to a terrible amount of trouble to convince me otherwise. [All of her injuries, for example, the hallucinations, and so on.] I'll be waiting, then. Who could resist a man with jammy dodgers in his coat pockets?
[Or they'll be waiting, because Jazz goes out to sniff at the cardboard box. The black alley cat, with half an ear missing, is just as grumpy as he was the night before, from their shared pain. But he's feeling a lot more spry, it seems. Fortescue, uneasy about leaving him out there alone, joins him at the box, barefoot.
She's a strange sight — black eye, sharp cuts on her shoulders and back, bruises everywhere, clad in a short black cocktail dress and wrapped firmly in a blanket like a giant shawl. There's no more blood, at least, and her hallucinations are minor. Like a small shell clinging to the side of the box. She's fairly certain that that's a hallucination, when she thought the Center was a beach.]
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[Or they'll be waiting, because Jazz goes out to sniff at the cardboard box. The black alley cat, with half an ear missing, is just as grumpy as he was the night before, from their shared pain. But he's feeling a lot more spry, it seems. Fortescue, uneasy about leaving him out there alone, joins him at the box, barefoot.
She's a strange sight — black eye, sharp cuts on her shoulders and back, bruises everywhere, clad in a short black cocktail dress and wrapped firmly in a blanket like a giant shawl. There's no more blood, at least, and her hallucinations are minor. Like a small shell clinging to the side of the box. She's fairly certain that that's a hallucination, when she thought the Center was a beach.]