Right up until the end, Victor’s mind had been as methodical as an efficient library, whereas Amelia felt that hers was more like the cupboard under the stair where ancient hockey sticks were shoved in beside broken Hoovers and boxes of old Christmas decorations, and the one thing you knew was in there — a five-amp fuse, a tin of tan shoe polish, a Phillips screwdriver — would almost certainly be the only thing you couldn’t lay your hands on.
– Case Histories by Kate Atkinson


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