She held out her hand, and in defiance of risk I took it. I said: “I don’t know your surname. I don’t know where you live or where to find you. But you know where to find me. If you ever need me send for me at St. John Street and I’ll come.” Then I turned and walked away so that I need not watch her walking away from me.
And now the turn has fully happened.
End Part I.
