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                Maybe  she  worked  for  the  record  company.  She  had  the  air  of  a  strict  mum

                about her. But she began with a smile.
                   ‘Stroke of genius,’ she said. ‘ e Simon & Garfunkel thing. You’re  trending
                across South America.’
                   ‘Cool.’

                   ‘Have posted about it from your accounts.’
                   She’d said this like it was a perfectly normal thing. ‘Oh. Right. Okay.’
                   ‘ ere’s   a   couple   of   last-minute   press   things   tonight   at   the   hotel.   en
                tomorrow  it’s  an  early  start  .  .  .  We  fly  to  Rio  first  thing,  then  eight  hours  of

                press. All at the hotel.’
                   ‘Rio?’
                   ‘You’re up to speed with this week’s tour schedule, right?’
                   ‘Um, kind of. Could you just remind me again?’

                   She  sighed,  with  good  humour,  as  if  Nora  not  knowing  the  tour  schedule
                was   totally   in   character.   ‘Sure.   Rio   tomorrow.   Two   nights.   en   the   final
                night   in   Brazil   –   Porto   Alegre   –   then   Santiago,   Chile,   Buenos   Aires,   then
                Lima.  And  that’s  the  last  leg  of  South  America.  en  next  week  it’s  the  start

                of the Asia leg – Japan, Hong Kong, the Philippines, Taiwan.’
                   ‘Peru? We’re famous in Peru?’
                   ‘Nora,  you’ve  been  to  Peru  before,  remember?  Last  year.  ey  went  out  of
                their   minds.    All   fieen   thousand     of   them.   It’s   at   the   same   place.   e

                racecourse.’
                   ‘ e   racecourse.   Sure.   Yeah.   I   remember.   Was   a   good   night.   Really   .   .   .
                good.’
                   at’s   what   this   life   probably   felt   like,   she   realised.   One   big   racecourse.

                But she had no idea if she was the horse or the jockey in that analog y.
                   Ravi tapped the woman on the shoulder. ‘Joanna, what time’s that podcast
                tomorrow?’
                   ‘Oh  damn.  Actually,  it’s  tonight  now.  Timings.  Sorr y.  Forgot  to  say.  But

                they  only  really  have  to  speak  to  Nora.  So  you  can  get  an  early  night  if  you
                want.’
                   Ravi shrugged, dejected. ‘Sure. Yeah.’
                   Joanna  sighed.  ‘Don’t  shoot  the  messenger.  ough  it’s  never  stopped  you

                before.’
                   Nora    wondered     again   where   her   brother   was,   but   the   tension   bet ween
                Joanna    and   Ravi   made     it   feel   wrong   to   ask   something   she   should   so
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