clear. Tell me something you’re absolutely sure of.’
I stopped twisting the material, and looked him straight in the eye. ‘Ronnie Butler worked in the factory,’ I said.
‘When did you last see it?’
It was the girl in the tangerine overall. Of all the pointless questions you could ask a person who has lost something, this has to be the one to win a prize.
‘If I knew that,’ I said, ‘I’d know where to find it, wouldn’t I?’
She was an unusual-looking girl. Small eyes. Small ears. Wears a crucifix. Although if she’s ever seen the inside of a church, I’ll go to the foot of our stairs.
‘What does it look like?’ she said.
‘It’s a book.’ I closed my eyes. ‘It’s book shaped. It has words in it.’
‘But what colour is it?’
‘I don’t know. Blue. Green, perhaps. I don’t remember. I don’t take any notice of the outside, it’s the inside I’m interested in.’
‘My mum says things are always where you least expect them to be,’ said the girl. ‘Why don’t we try looking there?’
‘The refrigerator, then? Or maybe the lavatory cistern?’
The girl smiled. ‘Yes, exactly!’
I closed my eyes again.
The book should have been exactly where I left it. On the little table next to my armchair. Each night I leave it there when I go to bed, and each morning I pick it up from where I left it, and read until Elsie comes over.
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