We have just parked by the hospital and Carl is on his way inside. "It's just a short walk to London Drugs and the hotel from here", say I, climbing out my door.
"How far is short", says Jesús.
"Ten minutes."
"You'll live", says Sarah.
It feels further for some reason, but in Richmond, the most boring place on the planet, even a ten metre walk will feel like a marathon. This place is all sterile-looking offices and storefronts and car traffic. Inside the London Drugs, more than half the customers and most of the staff appear to be Asian, likely Chinese, since Richmond received a tsumani of immigrants from Hong Kong during the nineties, all champing at the bit to get out before Beijing took control. And they have been wise to leave and for the most part be welcomed in our country, though with the rise of covid we are also seeing an uptick of racist hate and violence.
"What are we in here for again", says Sarah.
"Chocolate..."
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