Temple Boys. Jamie Buxton
had to squeeze sideways. Then there was a wall to climb and a view down into a tiny roofless room where dull-eyed children picked through sacks of dried lentils and didn’t look up.
Flea led Jude across the rooftops, crossing streets where the houses came close enough together to jump the gap and on until the streets widened and the houses were built out from the hillside. They stepped from a roof straight on to a small strip of carefully terraced garden.
Jude checked the sun. ‘All right,’ he said. ‘This is far enough. Now then, Flea. You and I need to talk.’
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