These Dreams of You

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Both of them perpetually uneasy, Brown nods, musing, “Swinging London. Sixties landmark,” he remarks to Parker sitting in the next chair. “The upstairs part, actually.”

Parker tries to be polite about it. “My dad said.”

“Dawn of Man as far as they’re concerned,” says Zan.

“How is Viv?” asks Brown. Good for you, thinks Zan: Let’s get to the elephant in the room. “She’s fine,” he answers. “Parker, you think you can keep an eye on her?” Sheba is starting to gyrate; soon she’ll be toppling glass cases of rare Eighteenth Century manuscripts.

“Why me?” Parker protests.

“Still at it with the photography, the art. . ” says Brown.

“Sorry?” says Zan.

“Viv. The art. . ”

“Yes.”

“Heard about the great scandal, of course. Arsehole.”