Reversed Forecast
Nicola Barker
The first novel from the brilliantly unconventional Nicola Barker is a tale of gambling, allergies, music and dogs, set in some of London’s less scenic locations.Chance meetings between its cast of eccentric individuals – Ruby the bookie's cashier, violently disturbed (and disturbing) Vincent, Samantha the would-be cabaret singer, wilfully sickly Sylvia and Little Buttercup the never-quite-made-it greyhound – result in the unlikeliest of couples; and there’s always the risk that it could all work out disastrously as characters select each other and try or don’t try to make winning combinations. But, as Ruby, the story’s soft-centred heroine, observes: ‘Losing, that’s the whole point of the gamble.’
NICOLA BARKER
Reversed Forecast
Dedication
For Ben Thompson,
who’s always liked a bit of a flutter
Contents
Cover (#ulink_5f3018e9-0dcf-5d9f-a978-1c60af6997d0)
Title page
Dedication
One
At night she breathed through her mouth, which would have…
Two
When younger, Sylvia had been something of a diversion, a…
Three
‘How long have you been waiting?’
Four
Sam was peering through the kitchen window, trying to see…
Five
Vincent had been staring at his hands with unswerving concentration…
Six
Because he had forced himself to await a precise time…
Seven
Vincent opened his eyes. Black. He turned his head to…
Eight
Ruby unlocked the door and automatically reached out her hand…
Nine
Samantha stayed out all Saturday night and returned to the…
Ten
Ruby awoke to the sound of the telephone ringing. She…
Eleven
There was a painting in the living-room, a portrait, that…
Twelve
Connor woke Sam by kissing her ribs and her belly,…
Thirteen
Sylvia stood by the window. The curtains closed behind her.
Fourteen
What the hell had happened? A day of nagging, an…
Fifteen
What time was it? Four a.m.?
Sixteen
When Brera found Sylvia early on Saturday morning, she was…
About the author
Other books by Nicola Barker
Praise
Copyright
About the Publisher
ONE
At night she breathed through her mouth, which would have been fine, if unerotic, except for the fact that her loose lips and sagging tongue spilled out copious quantities of saliva on to her pillow. Sometimes she woke up in the morning to find that the side of her mouth and chin, as well as portions of her lower cheek, had become damp and chapped from her sloppy expulsions.