fraternal opinion either. He nodded morosely and drank from his glass. Frank stood to leave but remembered that some question needed asking.
“How am I to know what your wife looks like when I find her?” he asked.
“I thought you’d never ask”, Harvey replied with a malicious smile. He handed Frank an envelope. It contained a photograph and a slip of paper.
“That is a photograph of my wife Ida. House address is on the paper; we live in Kentish Town”.
Frank gave him a thumbs-up, disappeared the money into his coat pocket together with the envelope. He drank the rest of his beer, gave Harvey Simpson a thumbs-up, and left the Funky Munky.
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