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His face is still, but I know him, I can sense the sneer tickling the edge of his mouth. He’s toying with me. I shake my head and push out my lips. I’ve never noticed it before. What I do. But with Phil Harris I have to watch every move, just in case. I’m looking at myself through a periscope in the top of my head. I can see all the twitches in my face and arm movements and my swaying a little side to side. I can’t stand still. I’ve got St Vitus’ Dance. I’m bopping all over the place like I’ve done a gram. It’s mental. I never even noticed it. I force my head to stop shaking and try and stand my ground. ‘Nah. Private.’ I pout and my jaw rocks forward and back. I fucking give up. ‘Yeah. Good for her. Got out of this place.’ He takes a step forward. Or does he lean in? I don’t even know, he just seems closer suddenly. ‘It don’t surprise me. When was the last time you heard of a white family getting a house round here?’ I don’t have an answer. He doesn’t want one. It doesn’t seem like a conversation anymore. ‘Everything’s going to the Muslims. Every last flat. Even the blacks are getting squeezed nowadays.’ His head flicks to the side and then whips back round to face me, gathering speed so his next line sounds like a bullet. ‘You want to know why? ‘Cos the blokes at the top don’t really want them, do they?’ His face is going red. His voice is angry, but it’s not crazy fucked up or anything. It’s like when Madu used to cheat at one touch and I’d go mental, but I wouldn’t deck