Part Thirty-Five: What Damaris Remembered

I went to see Damaris Fong at the shelter on Currie Avenue in the July.

I did not go to ask her that.

I went because I had his award letter and his file copies and I wanted to give her a photograph from the graveside, which she had asked for in January and which I had not got round to for six months.

She has a hundred and forty clients.