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"No, Kevin. You should know." But her words
were measured. "Do you mind if Tim tells you?"

"Of course not. I–"
"I'll give you him now." And she was talking off-
phone again, her hand over the mouthpiece,
muffling the instructions to her husband.
"Hi Kevin," said Tim as if they were best
buddies. But Kevin had only met him once and
they'd exchanged a mere handful of words. Tim
had been the newcomer sitting behind Sally, who
was herself on the edge of an established group.
"Hi, Tim."
"How are you?"
"Fine. Just tell me how it happened."
"It was all a dumb accident," he began.
"Wednesday. Brian said they came out of the disco
and were going for the bus at the high street.
Where you ever here?"
"Yes."
"You know at the lights by HMV?"
"Yeah, I know where you mean." Who was
Brian?
"He said they were red, but later he said they
were about to change. Definitely amber. It doesn't
matter, I suppose. He got across okay, but she
was following. And this drunken idiot didn't see her
and thought he could get across the lights." Tim
fell silent. "Kevin?"

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