Disturbed by the slightest little sound, she could usually be found huddled under a duvet on the couch in the small hours, watching whatever she could find on TV to keep the ghouls at bay.She almost jumped out of her skin now when she heard a knock at the door. She crept out into the hall and pressed her eye up against the spyhole. Recognising the man who was standing outside, she pushed the letter-box flap open and whispered, ‘Sorry, love, you’ll have to come back tomorrow. He’s in bed.’‘This is really important,’ the man whispered back, speaking slowly because he recalled that she was a bit simple. ‘So go and get him for me, there’s a love.’‘I don’t know,’ she said uncertainly. ‘He doesn’t like being disturbed when he’s sleeping.’‘He won’t mind once he hears why I’m here,’ the man assured her, squatting down and flashing her a reassuring smile. ‘Go on, be a love. Go get him.’Sighing, she said, ‘All right, just a minute.’She went upstairs, tapped on Kenny’s door, and then counted to twenty.
