The castrato and contralto singing for their supper, spotlit by a sunbeam.
A1 is reading The Girl in Cell A by Vaseem Khan, a grim “psychological thriller” which, in the unerringly accurate words of A2, “vanishes up its own arse” (link is a sort of spoiler, so be warned). A disappointing and miserable read.
A2 is rereading Gabriel’s Moon by William Boyd.
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