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it?’
    ‘Quite a long way.’
    They turned away from the black river and the necklace of lights lacing its banks and started to walk. After a few hundred yards they realised that the suitcases were impossibly heavy.
    ‘All this junk,’ Mattie grumbled. ‘We don’t need it. We should throw it away, and then we’d really be free.’
    ‘You could throw it away if it was yours,’ Julia pointed out. They went on in silence, irritable with one another, and then stopped again. A huge building blazed in front of them, its tiers of windows opulently draped. Julia peered at the big silvery letters on the sweep of canopy that faced the river.
    ‘It’s the Savoy Hotel,’ she whispered.
    ‘Oh, that’s perfect. Let’s take a suite.’
    For no particular reason they turned their backs on the river and walked up a tiny, steep side alley. There was big, recessed doorway in the wall of the hotel, with heavy padlocked bars holding the doors shut. A ventilator grille was set high up and warm air that smelt of cooking pulsed out of it.
    ‘I’m not going any further,’ Mattie said. ‘We can lie down here.’
    The alley was lit by one old-fashioned street lamp, and it was completely deserted. Mattie sank down on the step and drew her legs up. She curled up sideways and closed her eyes.
    To Julia, she looked suddenly as if she was dead, a body abandoned in a huddle of clothes.
    ‘Mattie! Don’t do that.’
    The sharp note of fear in her voice brought Mattie struggling upright again.
    ‘What’s the matter? It’s all right. Look, there’s room for us both. Come in here behind me and I’ll shield you.’
    Julia looked up and down the alley. The city waiting beyond its dark mouth seemed threatening now. Reluctantly she stepped past Mattie and hauled the suitcases into the grimy space. She opened one and took out some of the least essential clothes, bunching them up to make pillows and a scrap of a bed. She lay down with the suitcases wedged behind her for safety, and Mattie squeezed herself in too. Julia tucked her knees into the crook of Mattie’s and hunched up to her warm back. Mattie’s mass of curls, still surprisingly scented with her Coty perfume, fell over her face.
    ‘I’m so glad you’re here,’ Julia whispered.
    ‘You helped me to get away,’ Mattie said simply. And then, ‘We’ll be all right, you know.’
    ‘I know we will,’ Julia answered.
    They lay quietly, hoping to sleep. After a while a smartly dressed couple came up the alley. The yellow light from the street lamp glittered briefly on the woman’s necklace. They glanced at the figures in the doorway as they passed, and looked quickly away again, separating themselves.
    ‘I’ve done that,’ Mattie whispered, when they had gone.
    ‘Me too.’
    It seemed such a small step, now, from that world, padded with food and insulated with little tokens of security, to this doorway.
    I’m so hungry.’
    ‘We must save the money for breakfast.’
    The smell of food wafting from the ventilator made them feel ravenous, and sick at the same time. There were other smells lingering in the doorway too. Mattie and Julia clung together, and after a while they drifted into an uncomfortable sleep.
    Mattie had no idea how long she had been dozing for. She woke up, confused and aching, with the panicky certainty that someone was watching them. She lifted her head from the nest of clothes and a gasp of terror shook her. A man was leaning over her. His face was covered with grey whiskers and his matted grey hair hung down to his shoulders. He was grinning, his lips drawn back to reveal black stumps of teeth. It was his breath that frightened Mattie most. It smelt rawly of drink and she recoiled, trying to escape from the memories that that close, fetid smell stirred in her. She felt Julia go stiff behind her, and her fingers digging into her arms.
    ‘Two lassies,’ the apparition mumbled and then cackled with laugher. ‘Two lassies, is it? Ma’ pitch, ye know,