Chapter 7
It was the weekend. There were two more weeks of summer holidays remaining. Lying in bed with the sunlight streaming into his room like gold dust, he stared out through the window opposite the bed, at the tree that grew in front of the steps leading to Dean’s house, and thought about what he might like to do that day. With his programmes finished, he was free of responsibility.
After languishing in bed for almost half an hour, he got up and went downstairs to make a cup of coffee. While the water was coming to a boil he opened the front door a crack and collected the newspaper from his doormat then returned to finish making the coffee. Still naked, he took his coffee and newspaper out into his rear courtyard and spent a leisurely hour perusing the paper.
He could hear sounds c
