Slade House

by David Mitchell

I’m about to ask Mum how such a big house and its garden can possibly fit in the space between Slade Alley and Cranbury Avenue, but my question falls down a deep well with no bottom, and I forget what I’ve forgotten.

“If you don’t fit into the system, the system makes life hell.

No one’s ever very sure if doves and pigeons are the same bird or not.

What do you do when you’re visiting someone’s house and their garden starts vanishing?

Jonah puts his left forefinger on our guest’s frontal chakra eye. With his right hand, he glyphs her awake…