They still want me to go into their flat, however. They wait outside while I let myself in. There is a bed in one room, a yoga mat, but no furniture, no television, no food. The windows are boarded up with corrugated paper. There are animal smells drifting up from downstairs.
Stalkers usually do.
They wanted to know what it felt like to be stalked. They're working on something on the subject. There's a woman in Paris who comes, like Webb, from Pasadena, California, and thinks she knows the real Mrs Robinson. She got the number of their mobile phone somehow and keeps calling them. She's an osteopath and is coming to an osteopaths' convention in Maidstone soon, and wants to meet them there.