Act 8: Epilogue
August Bank Holiday, 1968
“Well, what do you think?” Percy asked Les, offering him an Embassy Light as he stepped out of the back door into the little garden. They fiddled around lighting the fags and taking that first delicious draw.
“It’s nice,” Les said, looking round the slightly unkempt garden. “Really nice, Perce. I’m pleased for you.”
It was a neatly designed semi in Shepherd’s Bush, not far from the underground station. An easy run on the tube for Adrian to get to his office in the Barbican, an easy walk for Percy to get to school. Room for the Cortina on the drive. Three bedrooms, one they were planning to use as an office, one for friends. Les was the last of their helpers to leave—the others had gone home for a wash and a change of clothes and were plannin
