The Radius of One Life
Maggie Doyle, One Degree She died on a Thursday, which was fitting. Thursdays had always been her day for deliveries, for the butcher's van and the brewery lorry and the Polish boy who came to wash the glasses. The pub was called The Queen's Head, and it stood on Cable Street in the East End of London, a brick building with windows that had been blacked out during the Blitz and never quite...
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