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tell a single word of what you’ve seen tonight," Janokovic says, holding a finger

over his mouth.
“But I haven’t seen anything really” Singh says

“Exactly” Janokovic says

Outside of Curry House, there is almost as much life as had it been daytime. The

little street is full of people and police cars drive back and forth.

George walks meandering and eventually Janokovic decides to put an arm
around the little boy to support him. "Come on, try to go a little faster."

Janokovic grunts and groans, trying to make it look as if the two boys are just
walking side by side.

"I can't, I'm dizzy," George replies.

As they come to Albright Street, where Janokovic's mother's townhouse is
located, the street is completely quiet. Apparently, none of the residents of the

city's worn-out work district are interested in what's happened on the pier.

Janokovic stops and looks down the winding, abandoned street. It is a relief that
his little neighbourhood on the outskirts of Brighton has his own life in a way.

And there are benefits; no one cares about what happens to the residents who
live there.

"Look George, here's peace, we're free, you can easily have your money on you

here."
George nods weakly, he has clearly begun to get better, he yawns and exclaims in

a gentle voice: "I have to call Dad."

"Yes, come in. We have it all to ourselves, Mom will not come until tomorrow
afternoon," Janokovic replies.

They scrawl over the old cardboard boxes with old incense sprinkled across the

front yard and hallway.
“You're fine now. Hurry to call your dad and we can watch a video and drink the

ale we have, and maybe I can find some pot up in my room. I mean, I hid a little

bag up there. He was all right, that Rasta I bought this from. He gave a little extra.
Tomorrow we can go over to him and buy a real bud."

George nods.
"Hi, it's me, I sleep at Janokovic’s house, his mother has allowed it," George says,