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says Ruby. ‘You are only the model.’
    ‘Still, I am pretty dumb compared to them. I used to like it better there but since Cis left me I feel stupid. Also I think my soul has gone missing.’
    ‘Yes,’ says Ruby. ‘That is possible. You could well have lost it.’
    ‘Where could it be?’
    But Ruby is too busy reading her giant reference book of myths and fables. This book is an endless source of wonderment.
    I shuffle round the flat trying to find a space where I do not feel bad about Cis. I have bought a little yellow clothto brush the dust off my cactus. After cleaning it I study it closely for any sign of a flower. I wonder if Cis will reappear as soon as it buds or will she wait till the whole flower appears?
    It is now March and there is no sign of a flower.
    Cynthia has many unpleasant experiences
    Cynthia is evicted from her squat
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    She tries eating the bailiffs but some policemen arrive and there are too many of them to fight
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    Not for the first time she is left homeless, with only her guitar for company
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    Where oh where is a young werewolf to find happiness, she asks herself, and can’t think of an answer
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    Out busking she is run over by a bus. Fortunately werewolves are very tough and she is not seriously injured, but it is still a bad experience
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    Later two men try to mug her and take her day’s earnings
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    Cynthia turns into wolf-form and eats them angrily. She gets back to busking. A policeman moves her on. It starts to rain. Her guitar breaks a string
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    Two werewolf detectives appear
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    ‘
We’ve come to arrest you,’ they say
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    This is a fucking lousy day, thinks the young werewolf. Everyone is against me. I haven’t a friend in the world and I’ve nowhere to live and I’ve no one to fuck. The only things I feelare hunger and loneliness. This is far from being a beautiful world. It isn’t even pleasant
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    Hardened by living rough, she kills and eats the detectives without much trouble, but in the process she loses her earnings down a manhole and finds herself penniless even after a hard day’s busking
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    The old woman is still waiting on her balcony. I wish she had someone to talk to. She reminds me of a woman called Sylvia I used to see in Battersea. Sylvia was around sixty and her Spanish accent was too thick for anyone to ever understand what she said. She lived with a man called Victor who had a cleft palate and no one could understand him either. They could understand each other.
    No one ever wanted to see them because they were so filthy and shabby and difficult to understand. Sometimes, for companionship, they would hang around with the local Socialist Workers Party and sell papers for them.
    No one cared anything about them and no one ever visited although they lived in a squat in a street full of squats. Just them, sick and old, and a horrible sick dog and not a visitor for months and months. I used to wish that someone would go and visit them.
    ‘Did you ever?’ asks Ruby.
    ‘No. I could never understand what they were saying.’
    It rains outside and the little balcony floods and we haveto bail it out with a bucket and a pot and this is quite fun because we can pretend we are pirates. Ruby would be a good pirate captain, I think, because she would never have to leave the ship and she could just order the crew about all the time.
    Ruby goes to lie down after her exertions and I go downstairs where I meet the postman, the woman from the ground floor and Ascanazl, an ancient and powerful Inca spirit who looks after lonely people. He is drying his feathers after the rain. His feathers are magnificent.
    I tell him about Cis leaving me. Almost immediately he makes a polite excuse and flies off.
    ‘You are in a sorry state,’ says the woman downstairs. ‘Even the powerful Inca spirit dedicated to looking after lonely people is bored with your company.’
    I ask the postman if he has any letters for us. We hardly ever get letters. Ruby emerges from her room