THE UNDERGROUND
After what seemed an age the crowd below began to go home. Sam sat down with his back to the wall on one of the blankets that Belle had brought. Alice quietly sat opposite him as he unfurled a ball of paper he’d found on the floor. It was the letter that Miriam had written, and Rasper had screwed up. Sam showed it to Alice.
“Oh Miri! ” she said, “Everyone should read it. There must be others like us out there. They can’t all want Rasper.”
“They don’t. But they don’t know what to do, that’s all,” said Belle. “Like us.”
“Then we’ll have to show them, won’t we?” said Alice.
“We tried that, Alice,” said Sam staring at the broken presses. And look what happened?”
“Well, we’ll have to try again.”
“You’re going to mend all these, are you?” asked Sam.
“There must be some ot
