1. Alec walks towards me, his gait rolling like a sailor's. He holds high a Hotel Chocolat bag.
2. "Well, thank Stephen," says Nana raising her eyes to the sky when I thank her for saving a ceramic mixing bowl for me out of the things Nick's brother no longer needs. It meant a lot that at this sad time she remembered me complaining that mine had got lost several moves ago.
3. I remember my tea, and it's still warm (just, if I pretend hard).
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