Foreword: ‘Kate’ is an exemplar of the young waifs I encountered (and was accosted by) in London. Sadly, All I could do to help them was usually enough to buy them a decent supper. I would not, and could not involve myself further, as in many cases, I would have questioned whether my intentions were to help them, or use them as a distraction from my own misery.
In this short missive, I’ve given Kate a voice, hopefully equal to that of Tom, in moving the narrative forward. In many respects Kate represents a girl who if met in ‘real’ life, I could very easily fall in love with.
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