Play it again. I’m sure it’s the same.’ ‘I can’t, I’ve forgotten it.’ ‘You don’t forget something overnight.’ Mori tacked his shoulders back like a bird deciding whether or not to fly away. ‘You might not, but you’ve got middle age to look forward to. Was Miss Carrow on form?’ His smile was paralysed halfway to fading. ‘How did you know that?’ Mori frowned. ‘You just … told me.’ ‘Oh. I’m more drunk than I think. Or middle age is closer than I think.
