Act 5: Morning LightSaturday, 13 August 1967
It was a grim morning.
Percy had dozed fitfully on the settee, curled against Adrian, who had kept the table-lamp on and read quietly, running a hand over his hair gently for a while when he finally shifted to pillow his head on the other man’s lap. Every couple of hours one of them had silently got up and carefully opened the bedroom door a crack. Les was breathing steadily each time, rasping through his mouth because of the broken nose, and it seemed cruel to wake him as Dr Beverly had insisted they did. He answered questions about who he was and where he was and who the Prime Minister was sensibly each time, exhausted and a little dazed but coherent, before they let him go back to sleep.
Percy dragged himself into classes and offered Les’
