{"id":146,"date":"2009-11-27T19:13:22","date_gmt":"2009-11-27T19:13:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sophiehoulden.com\/writings\/fair\/?p=146"},"modified":"2009-11-27T19:13:22","modified_gmt":"2009-11-27T19:13:22","slug":"chapter-55-a-man-a-child-and-a-cell","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sophiehoulden.com\/writings\/fair\/?p=146","title":{"rendered":"Chapter 55: A man, a child and a cell."},"content":{"rendered":"<p><!-- \t\t@page { size: 21cm 29.7cm; margin: 2cm } \t\tP { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } --><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\"><span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">Claire sat, hands tied behind him to a chain set in the wall. His cell was dark, the only light came in through a small window high up in the ceiling, and cast a sharp rectangle in the floor before him.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\"><span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">Claire heard the turning of a lock and some footsteps, a shadow stepped into the light before him, a tall man of sturdy build, wearing what appeared to be an almost military uniform. His face carried thin spectacles, but his eyes were piercing, as though he didn&#8217;t need the glasses at all.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\u00e2\u20ac\u0153<span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">You wont believe the trouble I had to go through to get a hold of you Clark&#8230; or would you prefer Claire?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\u00e2\u20ac\u0153<span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">Eat shit!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\u00e2\u20ac\u0153<span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">I suppose it doesn&#8217;t matter anyway, what&#8217;s in a name after all?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d The man shrugged and pushed his glasses up his nose. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153If you care my name&#8217;s Polot, but you probably recognise me from all my posters anyway, perhaps even from the television, you&#8217;re an enlightened child of Koob after all.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\"><span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">Claire spat at Polot and turned to face the wall away from him.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\u00e2\u20ac\u0153<span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">Now that attitude just wont do, not when I was going to give you your book back.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\"><span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">Claire turned sharply to see Polot holding his white event book.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\u00e2\u20ac\u0153<span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">Why would you give me that?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d if Polot had kidnapped him, he must have known how dangerous Claire could be with that book.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\u00e2\u20ac\u0153<span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">Well I know you could easily misbehave with it, so I got some insurance against that.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Polot clicked his fingers and a monitor came on across the wall beside Claire showing a prisoner in another room.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\u00e2\u20ac\u0153<span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">MOTHER!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Claire sat, hands tied behind him to a chain set in the wall. His cell was dark, the only light came in through a small window high up in the ceiling, and cast a sharp rectangle in the floor before him. 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