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Over the course of the next few weeks, as life and work slipped into a predictable routine, Salmon found himself thinking less and less about what Fearn had said that night. There were no more invitations for drinks, but Fearn still waved and smiled every time he picked up a child from the gate. Salmon didn't know whose child it was and he had never thought to ask. All he knew was that the said child was not in his class, so the thought never dwelt long in his head. He got on with his job, relaxed at his flat, went for walks, enjoyed the solitude.
By early November, the weather had really begun to change. The mist still managed to cling to the fields, but now the air was chill, especially at night. He took to wearing thick pullovers for work, stayed inside for his lunch; by the time Gu
