“Did
she have a sofa, your aunt?”
“No,
just an armchair and a pair of pouffes.”
“Ample
seating. Did she live on her own?”
“She
does now, the pouffes moved out. They’ve
opened a candle shop in Kemptown.”
“The
air’s very bracing in Kemptown. Someone
told me that it was good for rheumatism.
So I went there and caught it.”
“You
can’t catch rheumatism, can you?”
“It
all depends who’s throwing it,” I said. “Boys
will be boys.”
(from Waiting For
Godalming by Robert Rankin)
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