The Uninvited

the unexpected. And then adapt. It wouldseem a wise adage under thecircumstances. Yet I note that in the midstof all this, you are still the same Hesketh.’‘What do you mean?’‘You’re obeying the speed limit.’‘It’s the law.’ But he has a valid point.Apart from army trucks, police cars,cyclists and the odd taxi, the streets we’redriving on are empty. Speeding cars willnot be a high priority for the police.‘Force of habit,’ I say.‘But are you really still the sameHesketh?’ he asks. ‘I’m talking about howlife has treated you on the personal front.’‘I thought Ashok filled you in.’‘You know how I feel about secondaryreports.’The rain starts up again and I turn on the