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spoke, “Let’s go, Dad. I just remembered the cookies I brought.”
    They left him sipping his coffee, grateful she had pulled her dad off. As he worked on a machine she stopped beside him, looking professional in a white dust-coat, holding a pencil and notebook, and acted like she was checking something on the machine.
    “Pretending to be busy?”
    “Yes. Like you.”
    “I’m busy.”
    “Would like to talk to you but not here.”
    “Where then? The machine graveyard?”
    “No. Can I pass by your place this evening.”
    He stared at her. “My place?”
    “Yes. Got something to do in Stones. Need to ask you something, thought I’d pay you a visit if you’re home by five.”
    “Ok.”
    “What’s your address? Just tell me.”
    He told her. She repeated it.
    He nodded. “That’s it.”
    “Five then. Be home.”
    “Sure.”
    She moved to another machine.
    What did she want to ask him?
    He strolled back to the workshop a puzzled look on his face, and was working on an electric motor when he saw James and Rose at the vending machines having coffee. When they parted James strolled towards him.
    “I told Rose of the scars on your back.”
    “You shouldn’t have. Does her dad know too?”
    James didn’t deny telling Frank. Said he had mentioned Godfree’s scars, but nothing about Moto living in Stones and coming to the house. He couldn’t let both father and daughter know that torturer was in the country. They were already mad enough about too many refugees around. James only said he had seen the scars that proved Godfree had been tortured.
    “They need to start seeing you different.”
    “I don’t think scars matter to Frank.”
    “Rose seemed concerned. Hope she’ll treat you better now. Not all English people are racists. You’re not a second-class citizen. I’m your pal.”
    “I know. Does she have a boyfriend yet?”
    James replied. She had dumped her ex who had an engineering doctorate too. When she caught him with her friend she ended the affair. James was giving her time to recover. Godfree sensed there was more to it. That he wanted Rose, but carried a complex. Maybe it had to do with his lack of a degree where she had several.
    “I asked her last week if she was ready for another boyfriend. She told me she isn’t yet, can’t trust men any longer. Just needs time to heal. Were you thinking of giving her a go yourself?”
    “You joking?” Godfree cocked his eyebrows. “Who said I’m interested? What about you?”
    “You saying she isn’t attractive enough?”
    “Do you see me and her together? We’re as compatible as oil and water. What’s stopping you?”
    “She’s no different from the rest. Reminds me of a python waiting to snare an unsuspecting animal. Her type’s unfaithful. I can give you the names of more than seven guys that’s tried her. Those fitters Alec and Ross are among the poor losers. It’s sickening how men drool over her. I know a woman who looked just like her but was cruel and evil.”
    “Rose sleeps around?”
    “No, she just likes rejecting men. Did you know she was offered a chance while at university to be photographed topless by a famous magazine?”
    “She does modelling?”
    “No. She refused. No way she would take off her clothes for money and have her family see that. And she could have made a killing too. It’s amazing the money these topless bimbos make by displaying their bodies. Crazy world just how showing dirty old men your pictures can you get rich.”
    “She sounds decent. But despite that you still don’t trust her. Why? You believe only pretty girls are cheats?”
    “Can’t ever trust blondes.”
    “Why stereotype them? What have they done? One must have hurt you in the past.”
    “I knew this boy with a prostitute of a mother. He was my classmate. It hurt him bad. See why it’s hard to trust that pretty type? They use their looks and bodies. That husband failed to stand up to her. He should have pulled her by the hair and