A warm May sun was climbing rapidly into the sky and we were sitting out on the café’s higgledy-piggledy wooden jetty, watching the light sparkle and wobble on the surface of the River Lea. Lizzy had blown us out because she was hung-over and Claudine had said she would rather eat swords than hang around in Hackney. ‘Wow.’ Tim smiled. A narrow boat was chugging past bearing a girl in a leopard-print leotard and bright red lipstick. Nothing else. Behind her the Olympic Stadium squatted fatly in the sun. Hackney was not the place it had been fourteen years ago when I’d rented my little house off Murder Mile. Luckily, my ancient landlord had not seemed to notice that it had become an extremely fashionable and expensive place to live, so I was still paying less rent than other friends now paid for one-bedroom flats. I really must tell him what his house is worth, I thought guiltily. The problem was that, even though he was probably perfectly nice, I could never quite bring myself to phone him in case he wanted to come to the house and talk to me there alone.
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