[John's not sure exactly who set all this up, but he's not going to argue with the prospect of a free bonfire celebration. He grabs a jacket potato and stands watching the fire.]
[Lestrade--Greg, Greg, he reminds himself internally as his wife's constant mantra rings in his ears: 'Can we talk about something apart from your job? Once a week isn't too much to ask...'--finds himself standing by the table of food and not particularly interested in any of it. He would try talking to his wife about something apart from his job, but she seems to have wandered off with some other women for the moment. Best leave well enough alone in that case--he really would like to stay out of the back garden tonight, given how cold it's getting even by the fire.]
[He casts his eyes toward the flames licking up toward the sky and then around at the flickering illumination on the people's faces in the all but completely faded twilight and fire. He finds that he's always on edge these days, always expecting things to tip off at a moment's notice. It isn't like him to be so edgy, but he can't quite account for it.]
[He's about to try to decide whether he wants a beer or a coffee when a small child, about seven, comes up and tugs on
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[He casts his eyes toward the flames licking up toward the sky and then around at the flickering illumination on the people's faces in the all but completely faded twilight and fire. He finds that he's always on edge these days, always expecting things to tip off at a moment's notice. It isn't like him to be so edgy, but he can't quite account for it.]
[He's about to try to decide whether he wants a beer or a coffee when a small child, about seven, comes up and tugs on ( ... )
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