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“I’m a vet,” Brenn replied, after a prostitute asked him what he did for work. He hadn’t paid her for sex, no, he was smoking on the river bank after work. “The work, it’s, there’s very little of it in London, and I don't earn a lot.”
“You went to uni?”
“Yes, and I was one of the first classes to do o and a levels.”
“I got a job in a factory, didn’t go to a grammar school. Since that shut I've been doing this, but uhh,” he watched her rub her pregnant belly. “I might not be able to do it much longer.”
Visually, he began his examination. The colour of her skin, the look in her eyes, perhaps his visual exam of a human wasn’t a particularly exact science, but he was often correct.
“Are you under anyone?” he asked. “Are you under nonnatus? The hospital?”
The lit cigarette dangled in his hand, and he stubbed it out. He should probably quit anyway.
She shook her head.
“A woman like me?”
“Come on, uh,”
“Daisy.”
“Daisy,” he said, “I really think you should… look, they won't judge you. I mean, at nonnatus the doctor’s son who's a medical student he's quite annoying and needs a better haircut, but… he himself, dr turner, he’s lovely. All the nurses are lovely, seriously, you need care. And more to the point you deserve care. And your baby does too.. Dare I ask who the father is?”
“A client’s.”
He could feel her body tense up in the cold London air when he asked.
“Was it Eric Birling?”
“It might’ve been.”
His face contorted into a sly smile.
“Oh, I have the best plan…”