The time has come for me to tell you the truth, I am a fiction writer - would I recognise the truth?
Shall I tell you that I am a bus driver on the No 3 bus, in Whitby?
No, I say; I will literally bury Eunice for a while as she has become a bore.
I will return in January and maybe, just maybe will have found Veronica.
Until then don't abandon me.
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