Chapter 53

• Alexander
• BRUTUS and pornography are usually my only two incentives for stepping foot through my front door every evening. Tonight I have a third. A most ridiculous third.
• I drop my keys on my smoking table and deactivate the alarm, and then I head straight through to the kitchen, which of course is immaculate, without so much of a clue as to whether someone sat and ate bacon in my absence this morning. I open the fridge, and a glance at the packet of bacon thrills me.