"You were his favourite writer. He followed your work very closely."
"Well, thank you."
"That's why I came to you. Because my husband respected you."
"Thank you."
She stopped momentarily, looking around some more, then she turned to him, conspiratorially. She was tiny but looked tough. Her skin was leathery, her hair was white. But Al imagined she had been quite the looker in her youth.
"I saw something. I saw something I shouldn't have." She said, quietly.
"What? What did you see?"
"Him. Him and her. Together."
"Who?"
"I'm a cleaner. I've been a cleaner all my life. It's not much of a job, but it's my job. People look down on it, but we need cleaners."
"Sure."
"For the last twelve years I've worked for the Government. I clean Government buildings. Hoovering, dusting, all that j
