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sixty-seven?’
    ‘I’m
seventy
-seven,’ he said, clearly delighted. ‘Fit as the day is young.’
    ‘My husband worries, you know, Mr Ashani. He thinks maybe you’ll think badly of us for not being able to guess. You have such perfect skin.’
    ‘No, my dear. No, I am not offended. Other things offend me, perhaps, but not that.’
    ‘You see,’ she said as I closed the front door behind us, ‘he doesn’t think you’re a racist for not knowing his age.’
    ‘What did he mean by other things?’
    ‘Well, I guess maybe he
could
think that you are a little racist because you don’t engage with his ideas … I mean with anyone else you would just jump right in there, but Mr Ashani gets to believe what he wants about God and suicide and murder, unchallenged by you.’
    ‘He’s old.’
    ‘Right … I’m sure that’s why you don’t engage with his views. And why you never invite him round. The guy likes an argument. You can see that.’
    ‘You think I’m racist?’ And suddenly I could see that she was laughing. ‘So now racism is funny?’
    A dull thud, as if someone in the dead neighbour’s house had dropped a sledge hammer. Time stopped. Millicent winced. The air in the room was all dust and heat. Millicent laughed, as if embarrassed by her reaction. Time restarted.
    ‘No, Alex, no. That isn’t it at all. It’s just … He’s our neighbour, we have nothing in common; you don’t have to invite him round to drink mineral water and talk Nigerian politics.’
    Something scraped across the dead neighbour’s upper floor. Millicent’s eyes darted. ‘Whoah,’ she said. ‘That was a little …’
    ‘… unexpected,’ I said.
    ‘Unexpected.’ She composed herself. ‘Yeah.’
    ‘He’s from Ghana,’ I said, ‘and he’s a nice guy.’
    ‘Only since he found out we were married. Before that he kind of sucked. And by the way, he has
strong
opinions about Nigeria.’
    ‘Love,’ I said, and took her hand. ‘Are you OK?’
    ‘Why would you think I wouldn’t be?’
    I drew her to me, and she smiled weakly up at me. Because suicide terrifies you, I thought. Because you hate the idea that someone’s pain might be unreachable. Because you once told me someone you knew …
    Voices from the neighbour’s house. Millicent’s eyes crossed to the wall.
    ‘So … This is all a little freaky,’ she said. ‘Why would they not take the body last night?’
    ‘Being thorough,’ I said. ‘I mean, that would be my guess. I don’t know.’
    ‘Gross. Maybe I’m
not
completely OK with it.’ She ran her tongue along the inside of her lips.
    Why would you be, I thought? How could anybody be
OK
with this? I put my hand on her cheek and she held it there for a moment and looked me in the eye. Then she looked away and a shiver seemed to pass through her body.
    ‘Hey,’ I said. ‘I’m here. You can tell me what you’re feeling.’
    ‘I think I just did.’
    You didn’t, I thought. Not really.
    ‘The guy was OK. A little buttoned-up, but OK. I guess I liked him.’ A troubled look clouded her eyes. ‘I guess I’m a little freaked out also. That he would still be in there.’
    ‘You knew him?’
    ‘Kind of an over-the-fence thing …’
    A shadow across the curtain in the front window; three knocks at the front door.
    I looked at Millicent. She was shaking her head at me.
Police
, she mouthed. She looked small again, hunched.
No
, she mouthed.
Not now, Alex
. Defensive eyes, like an animal that was past the fight-or-flight stage. I’d almost forgotten that look.
    ‘What else are we going to do?’ I said, under my breath. ‘They must have heard us in here.’ I walked towards the front door; Millicent slipped into the kitchen.
    The man was small and thin, in white t-shirt and long shorts, and covered in a light dust. Muscular though. A builder, I thought. A builder carrying a clipboard.
    ‘Mr Bryce?’ he said. ‘Hello. Continent Containers.’
    He looked at me as if I should know what he meant.