The Distant Joke
THE DISTANT JOKE The telephone rang at three in the morning, and Clara Whitcombe answered it in her flat in Bloomsbury, not knowing that the voice on the other end would spend the next seventeen years teaching her to distinguish between laughter and silence. It was a man she had never heard before, though his accent was unmistakably English—flat, precise, the kind of accent that came from a...
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