it.
âSee! I told you this is what would happen if you drank that manky coffee!â
âRight, I thought, Iâm not standing for this. So I went to the printers in the marketplace, the French chap, you know, where we did your wedding invites, and got five thousand of my own printed up.â
âFighting fire with fire? Youâre a braver man than I am, Sam.â
âProtect Lewes, it says. End the bureaucratic madness now! Cost an arm and a leg because we went with a heavier card to stand out more, but itâs worth it. Here, see?â
ââLetâs nip it in the bud.â Very catchy.â
âMention red tape round here and itâs like a rallying cry.â
âSo I see. âRed or white, letâs unite and fight.â Sounds like youâre recruiting for the Spanish Civil war, or something. Never had you down as the communist type.â
âPeople wonât put up with the nonsense you seehappening in other towns. Look whatâs happened to Ashford, and Dover. Canât take a piss without government bodies having their say.â
âSounds like a lot of effort for something thatâs still a proposal. They havenât even held the public consultation yet, have they?â
âYou have to catch them on the hop, Amal. Be prepared before they are. Why would you want to put an asylum tribunal centre into the Cedars? Ruin a perfectly good house when they could easily use an unused tower block in the city. Weâre in the middle of the country. We have nothing for them here, these people.â
âThey probably need something close to the coast, I suppose. Scouring round for something local.â
âThen set up in Dover! Donât ruin our lovely town! They should be hunting in busier places like Hastings or Brighton. If you have a train, you take it to the train station, not the motorway. This kind of rubbish is a drain on our local facilities.â
âYouâve written that over sixty per cent of those who make it through the tunnel from France illegally end up in a spiral of crime and prostitution. Where are you getting these figures from?â
âItâs an estimate. Just to give people a rough idea.â
âNothing like scaremongering to get them going, eh?â
âSod âem. I donât have to explain myself to anybody. Iâm a private citizen having his own say.â
âJust be careful youâre not misleading people, Sam. You could get pulled up for stuff like this.â
âLet them try. Do you read the papers where you are? Theyâre at war all along the South coast, and I donât want it brought here. I have my grandchild to think about. I donât want little Claud or baby Amal not being able to walk to the park because thereâs drug dealers and brothels at every corner.â
âSo the grandchildâs to blame, is it?â
âIâm thinking about the future. Itâs what you do when you get to my age. Pass us that coaster, will you? Lizâll have me strung up by the balls if I get a wet mark on the new sofa. We havenât scotch-guarded yet.â
Things are done the old-fashioned way in Lewes. Mother and daughter commandeer the kitchen whilst Amal is left to attend his father-in-law in the lounge. Male company, even the watered-down type that Amal offers, is welcome, but what Sam wants most of all is for his daughter to be with him. His notices how his father-in-lawâs eyes betray that sentiment every time he speaks, flickering towards the door expectantly. Every time he hugs her â hello and goodbye â he clamps onto her like he is wielding a vice. His prized girl, missing for seven days and now back. Amal too is hugged, but the outpouring of love on the drive is reserved only for her. Liz by contrast is breezy and peckish with her kisses, almost embarrassed by Samâs display, uncomfortably long and silent, oblivious to all