Chapter 4
John wasn’t a fan of driving. In London he generally took the tube whenever possible. The underground, though old and dusty, was efficient at getting God knew how many million Londoners where they needed to be. But years ago George had persuaded him they needed a car so they could get into the country on their days off. So they’d bought Siobhan, a Saab 900. George had driven Siobhan—the name had been his idea—to picnics in Epping Forest, days out roaming around Kent and the Home Counties, and long weekends further afield. After John had confessed how miserable his family holidays to Brighton had been, George had insisted they spend their next break there, doing everything John hadn’t been able to do when younger. That had been the first of many visits to the seaside.
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