Sixteen Shades of Crazy. Rachel Trezise

      

      Sixteen Shades of Crazy

      Rachel Trezise

      

       For Gwyn Thomas (1913–1981)

      ‘Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously near to wanting nothing.’

      Sylvia Plath

      Table of Contents

       Cover Page

       Title Page

       Dedication

       Epigraph

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       Acknowledgements

       Also by Rachel Trezise

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

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      They looked like any other group of twenty- and thirty-somethings, living the salad days of their lives, organs plump and red and juicy like the insides of ripe tomatoes, minds crisp like iceberg lettuce, sex powerful and biting like onion. Just another Saturday night at the Pump House, laughing big belly laughs, torsos bowed against the edge of the table as they concealed their illicit activities from the bar-staff, treasure moving around as if they were playing pass-the-parcel, the smell of perfume and alcohol shrouding their bodies like vinaigrette.

      Ellie held the baggie in her fingers, fiddling with the knot, the plastic