The man who had come to mend my clock was a Born Again Christian. "Phil's a little odd," my sister, Hilary, had warned me. "But don't let that bother you. Once he gets his hands on a clock it never goes wrong again."

 “Do you ever feel that your life isn’t your own and something else

has kind of taken over?

     The man who had come to mend my clock was a Born Again Christian.

     “Phil’s a little odd,” my sister, Hilary, had warned me. “But don’t let that bother you. Once he gets his hands on a clock it never goes wrong again.”

     What Hilary had failed to add was that he was also extremely handsome. He was tall with dark hair and his shoulders looked broad enough to burst through the seams of his black leather jacket. Had I known that somebody like him was coming to mend my clock I would have done something about my appearance. I regretted my baggy old tracksuit.

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