Chapter One
From the opening pages
If you read the first book, you’ll know roughly where this one picks up. Not at the shock of the mirror, or the knee’s first formal complaint, or the strange first Monday with nowhere to be. This book starts a bit further on — in the stretch where the initial disorientation of getting older has settled, but you still haven’t quite worked out who you are now that the job title’s gone.
This is the part nobody warns you lasts as long as it does. You’re not newly retired anymore. You’ve had the quiet Mondays, sorted the admin, made your peace with the mirror, more or less. And yet there’s still a specific, nagging question sitting underneath most of your days: if I’m not what I used to do for a living, what exactly am I?
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