‘I’m about to be challenged,’ I thought. ‘Neighbourhood
Watch is being as good as its word and the locals have had enough of this
strange man prowling the lanes at dead of night. Maybe the time has come to be
chased to the burning mill with pitchforks. Resistance is useless.’
‘Resistance is useless,’ said the driver, talking across the
man sitting impassively in the passenger seat.
No he didn’t. What he actually said was ‘Can you tell me the
way to Jasmine House?’ So I did, and they drove off, and that was that.
The night sky being clear, I continued to re-acquaint myself
with the constellations. It’s easy to forget which is which when you haven’t
seen them for eight months. I expect sailors coming home from the sea have the
same problem with their kids.
* * *
Meanwhile, on the Duh
Vinci Code front, tonight’s installment was a let-down. After the oasis of last
night’s personal connection, Dan was back to his irritating worst tonight. The irrational
plot points and sheer immaturity of style were so bad that I can’t be bothered
to give examples. The overall plot is good and the characters are good,
especially Sophie who continues to enthral, so I’m soldiering on. I just wish
it were better written so I didn’t keep getting distracted by its sloppiness.
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