I U have one more go.<br > Queen s Avenue，<br > W.3.<br > 19th April<br >Dear Mrs Ashe，<br > Since Thursday morning s meeting with the<br >police， I have become increasingly concerned<br >about my position. I feel the decision-making<br >processes adopted revealed scant regard for<br >elementary justice. I am well apprised of the<br >social and personality factors involved. Surely，<br >though， it is the court， not our department，<br >which must ascertain whether Michael Rios<br >removed the tyres from Father Randolph s<br >dormobile. Until then， the boy s proper home is<br >with his mother， and I can only regard as<br >premature any<br > Gavin! For crying out loud... I suppose my fantasies are no less<br >scratched and dated than Gavin s， but at least I don t amplify them<br >all over the house. How am I meant to write to Mrs Ashe with a<br >dead rock artist richocheting about the room?<br >Dear Mrs Ashe，<br > Close your mind and open your veins，<br > We gotta burn --<br > It occurs to me that a lot of Gavin s performance must be an<br >appeal of some kind. But to whom? Piers and the others assume<br >he s my friend. Which is quite unfair. Gavin only moved into the<br >