The Peculiar Habit And The Ringtone Concerto, Part 19
It’s been raining now for eleven days. Small Ellen went yesterday to see her uncle, who lives near the west gate. She endured the admonishments he likes to deliver, and returned to us with seven silver coins and a porcelain bowl. We got nearly forty silver coins for the bowl from Hagger. Small Ellen demanded a meal at Stintow, and who were we to argue. She had two deserts. Last night we slept in the hotel by the curved church. The beds were soft and cool and the water we washed with was clean.
Today Flum killed a policeman. It was a mistake. We are running now and have no disguise. All the city’s signals are flashing and we are at the mercy of the wide walls and the narrow gates. Small Ellen has a cough. I fear the worst.
