. well, we can keep each other company all the time.”Then, almost pleading with the girls, but in a firm voice I asked, “How about it?”They all ...hought for a second and came to realize how I felt. I’d pretty much forgiven Tom. He’d been a friend after all.“OK,” they acquiesced. “If that’s what you want,” filtered though into my head from the group.I know it was Stacey controlling things, but as we sat there Tom, wrapped in his Black Baseball Suit, floated into the room and settled himself right. When the coffin arrived I watched from a discrete distance as four burly young men lifted it onto their shoulders. I recognised two of them as her cousins and could see their parents milling around too. I felt a cold anger when I saw the man who had started the saga as he led a weeping woman, whom I presumed was Stephanie's mother, behind the coffin.I stayed in the background, only entering the church after everyone else. As a total atheist I deplore the whole idea of religion but funeral. Bursting in I found Mr Haga sitting having his breakfast and as I made my entry, he looked up sharply and asked what was wrong. "Oh, nothing much," I replied, my voice dripping with sarcasm, "just another of the whores been beaten up - so what else is new?" Without breaking my stride, I ran to my room, grabbed my emergency bag and raced right out again passing a clearly uncaring Haga who'd already returned to thrusting eggs and bacon into his mouth while his eyes scanned a week old British. As the flat was in my budget and close to where I used to work I was eager to get flat. The owners used to stay in Mumbai and we had to just transfer the rent to them either online or by post-dated cheques hence there was no interference from them. As he was helping me by securing this flat for me I wanted to help him move, so on the moving day I arrived, he had a car which I would be driving and he would sit in the tempo which would help move his stuff to his new house from there we would go.