:~ THE SUNSHIN~
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THz woman switched off the ignition， allowed the car to
coast to a halt， the wheels to brush the kerb. She left her
hands on the wheel， slowly filled her lungs with air. Her
palms were damp with sweat， inside her gloves. She had tb.hl
hands， matching the rest of her; she was not tall， and the
wisp of figure allowed her to look like a young boy， when，
as now， she wore her midnight blue trouser suit. Her face
was serious， with a long nose and pointed chin. Her eyes
were a thoughtful amber. Only the headscarI which con-
cealed her hair， and shrouded her ears and cheeks， was
entirely feminine.
. Her scarf， and her anxiety. She glanced at the man. This
is a nice car. Her voice was low.
You say that about every car. The man s voice was flat，
accentless. He moved the rear-view mirror， adjusted his tie，
tilted his soft hat to a very fine angle， gave his gloves a tittle
jerk up each wrist. It s time.
He opened the door， stepped out. It was a dull Decem-
ber night， dampened by a light mist which contained a hint
of drizzle. The man turned up his coat collar. The woman
: stood beside him， half his size， buttoning her leather car-
coat， looking up and down the street. The Surrey town was
quiet， already darkened， every window a gleam of light be-
hind the drawn curtains; it was the pause between the
. return of the young children from preparatory school， and
the arrival of their fathers from London. In each sitting
: room， tea was being served and consumed; jam was being
spread and smeared， and spilt on freshly laundered table-
cloths and already grubby blouses. Wives were hurrying
upstairs to freshen lipstick， and， depending upon their hus-
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