The Bus On Thursday
Shirley Barrett
"It’s a hand. A human hand, just below the surface of the water."
"It’s a hand. A human hand, just below the surface of the water."
"The hotel lobby had dark shiny floors and anonymous décor, a single waistcoated teenager on reception."
"Jacob’s Island was a warren that the ordinary Londoner would be utterly lost in, frightened, disoriented, always afraid of the rising tide."
"Sports, women, family businesses, ski trips to the Alps, powerful relatives who ran multimillion dollar companies. Who were these guys?"
'“You’ll do,” he said. “I read your credentials very carefully. They are really—splendid.”'
"Why, why, why is she writing to Mum after all these years?"
"Three blonde PR girls with iPads stood behind a velvet rope, slowly checking people in."
"I was a stranger in a strange land, and my backup was a legless, blind humpback and his Coke‑bottle‑lensed, Caddy‑driving nephew, neither man instilling a great deal of confidence."
"What freaks me out the most, I tell him, is the implication that I’m already dead."
"The day before, the Boss had come downstairs and selected Amelia as his current choice of amusement."
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