Their friends in the other van loaded up all the stuff out of the broken-down one and took it away.
Apparently they were going to sell it at stalls at pop-festivals or something.
They never got the other van going.
I had to phone up to get it taken away in the end.
I drove Celia and Martin and the new baby to the train station.
She gave me her address in Bath but I never looked her up.
I suppose I didn't want the spell to be broken.
Didn't want to hear that she was a part-time bar-maid at the local pub and her daughter was up for shoplifting or something.
I wanted to go on believing that that child was going to be special.
That she was going to help to change the world.