Not idly. I spent an evening on it.
And I found that he was still there and that he had never married and that his father’s business had gone in about 2009, and I found a photograph of him from a thing at a club in 2019.
And four weeks later I started looking at places at Barrowmere.
And eleven weeks after that I moved.
And the eleven months between moving back and the eleventh of February, which I have never had to account for.
March 2024 to February 2025.
And I knew where he lived. Carrow Hill is four streets from where I took a flat, which was not a coincidence either.
And I walked past that house. I have worked out, roughly, how often, and it is about once a fortnight.
Twenty-odd times in eleven months.
And I never knocked.
And I have told myself it was pride, and that it was fifty-five years, and that you cannot knock on a door after that.
