THE BIRTH OF NINETEEN EIGHTY-FOUR
“The following morning George sat at the kitchen table drinking tea as Av busied around him looking for paper to light the fire in the stove. She found some sheets which Susan had crunched up into a ball and lit the fire with them.
Paul came into the room looking worried. ‘Has anyone seen my manuscript?’
‘I wonder if that was the papers I lit the fire with?’ Av
