Narration 3

What can I hope to explain? I have ceased trying. the effort of telling was always wasted and made the next attempt longer. Now, i lick my wounds, but keep them to myself. It is enough to show and to restrain any desire to be a protagonist. Safer too. People ply their trades. Paul's garage holds it's secrets. He once asked me to find him a rare book about a now defunct army company which his grandfather belonged to. I have forgotten the name. this yard has been a place of commerce for over two hundred years. It serves the golden triangle now.