"Tell Persephone 'Hi' for me, will you?"I turned back to face him."How do you know Persephone, Harry?"His eyes narrowed."I know her, OK?"It wasn't rea...ly OK, but I didn't see how I could push it much further. Nevertheless I had to ask."Harry, is there something you want to tell me?"His smile disappeared."Just tell her, buddy, can you do that?" Where do you live, Harry?"He stuck out his arm."That way."Could have been anywhere."Mrs. D, what's the deal with this Harry person?"It was a little later. "She lives with my mother, her grandmother, in Maseru. In Lesotho." Lesotho?" It's a small country in Southern Africa. That's where I come from, Alex." Oh," said Alex. They'd made love—several times now—but Alex had never thought to ask. He'd guessed from Lakeisha's accent that she probably hadn't been born in West London, but he'd not done much thinking beyond that. "She doesn't live in London?" I'm a student, Alex. A medical student. I live in a crappy dormitory to save money because the fees. I wasn’t looking forward to another week of sly glances and sniggers. But to my surprise, everyone seemed to treat me the way they had before my calamitous assignation with Claire: the ribald remarks and propositions were back.I managed to avoid Claire herself till mid-afternoon.“Please come with me, Mr Coldwell, I need your help with something,” she commanded, after she had finally managed to track me down.We took the elevator down to the basement. That in itself wasn’t a surprise; a part of. Usually that something was Ginny stirring in her sleep, or turning herself over to get in a more comfortable position.It had taken me several hours to nod off to sleep, but, once I did, I'd slept for a good five or six hours. When I woke up, Ginny was gone. Kaitlyn would have gone over to Ginny's mom's house for the day, to be watched while Ginny worked. I got up and washed up a little before heading out to the kitchen to look for something to eat. My plan was to spend the day trying to see if.