Chapter Fourteen
Dunbar Time
I couldn’t see a clock, but I was certainly on “Dunbar Time”; the character in Catch 22 who tried to spend each moment in boredom so that time would seem to pass more slowly. At first I tried shouting, just in case somebody was actually there next door; but nobody came.
I could hear the bed squeaking upstairs as the girls played. God, at one time I would have found that so sexy; actually “one time” was just yesterday…or just a few hours ago even.
Finally the noises stopped and a few minutes later the girls came back into the lounge. They said nothing as they took their seats again on the sofa. Christine allowed the shocks to continue while they discussed me in whispered tones. Laura made a few notes on her clipboard. Then finally they looked up at me, and C
