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"
What
about
Ray
?
"
Suzy
asked
.
"
Is
he
going
to
sit
here
drinking
tea
while
I
work
for
my
pay
?
"
I
smiled
.
They
had
a
bickering
,
love
-
hate
thing
going
.
"
No
,
Ray
can
do
something
useful
as
well
.
He
can
take
a
look
at
the
q
-
planes
.
"
"
Nothing
wrong
with
those
planes
,
"
Ray
said
.
I
took
off
my
old
Ashanti
Industrial
bib
cap
,
scratched
my
bald
spot
and
turned
to
the
jib
man
.
"
Right
.
Then
it
won
’
t
take
you
long
to
check
them
over
,
will
it
?
"
"
Whatever
,
Skip
.
"
The
thing
I
liked
about
Ray
was
that
he
always
knew
when
he
’
d
lost
an
argument
.
He
gathered
his
kit
and
went
out
to
check
over
the
planes
.
I
watched
him
climb
the
jib
ladder
,
tools
hanging
from
his
belt
.
Suzy
got
her
facemask
,
long
,
black
coat
,
and
left
,
vanishing
into
the
vapour
haze
of
the
docks
,
boot
heels
clicking
into
the
distance
long
after
she
’
d
passed
out
of
sight
.
I
left
the
Blue
Goose
,
walking
in
the
opposite
direction
to
Suzy
.
Overhead
,
the
bulk
carriers
slid
in
one
after
the
other
.
You
heard
them
long
before
you
saw
them
.
Mournful
,
cetacean
moans
cut
down
through
the
piss
-
yellow
clouds
over
the
port
.
When
they
emerged
,
you
saw
dark
hulls
scabbed
and
scarred
by
the
blocky
extrusions
of
syntax
patterning
,
jibs
and
q
-
planes
retracted
for
landing
and
undercarriages
clutching
down
like
talons
.
The
carriers
stopped
over
their
allocated
wells
and
lowered
down
on
a
scream
of
thrust
.
Docking
gantries
closed
around
them
like
grasping
skeletal
fingers
.
Cargo
-
handling
’
saurs
plodded
out
of
their
holding
pens
,
some
of
them
autonomous
,
some
of
them
still
being
ridden
by
trainers
.
There
was
a
shocking
silence
as
the
engines
cut
,
until
the
next
carrier
began
to
approach
through
the
clouds
.
I
always
like
watching
ships
coming
and
going
,
even
when
they
’
re
holding
my
own
ship
on
the
ground
.
I
couldn
’
t
read
the
syntax
,
but
I
knew
these
ships
had
come
in
all
the
way
from
the
Rift
.
The
Aquila
Rift
is
about
as
far
out
as
anyone
ever
goes
.
At
median
tunnel
speeds
,
it
’
s
a
year
from
the
center
of
the
Local
Bubble
.
