‘Yes, I’ll just get the paper from the office, one moment… Wait a minute, what’s this?’ A corner of the room has mushroomed into a lump of blankets and pillows which are draped into a defensive tent over furniture. Henry lifts an edge of a quit and peers underneath. ‘Hello?’ ‘Go away. We’re busy.’ A small and very cross voice responds. ‘We?’ ‘We’re in a meeting. It’s private.’ ‘Tilly…’ He lifts the corner a little higher. The bottom of the bureau has been emptie

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I sat in my office and stared at it. It stared back. I was always nervous of that look. I knew that look. I had a lot of documents that needed filing. But I was weary. The grey colour didn’t look ominous, but it was. It was deceiving. But the thing was cunning. It could feel my fear and it used it to intimidate me. I don’t know why it was so bloody picky, so miserable, so never wanting any bloody files put in it…it was a bloody filing cabinet for God’s sake! I acted nonchal

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