Elizabeth Morton

You are at the usual neighbourhood barbecue. The weather has turned out surprisingly nicely for the time of year and the food is actually not that bad. Sometimes you wonder why you bother coming but you still do. Maybe it is in an attempt to feel more at home in this strange surburban dystopia you have found yourself living in. The housing market has a lot to answer for. Elizabeth Morton, who lives opposite you, has been standing alone for a while and finally comes up to speak to you. You have spoken before but only to say hello.