CHAPTER 39
CHAPTER 39 The following morning, we sat in the kitchen eating porridge that Chris had made. It’s astonishing how a good chef can turn porridge into a gourmet meal. Chris was going to work for a few hours although it was officially his day off. He said it was because they were short-staffed due to someone having to attend a funeral, but I thought the real reason was that he wanted to escape his problems at home. We had just finished our breakfast when Gary turned up in the kitchen doorway. He looked pitiable in the tracksuits turned up at the bottom, in Chris’s worn vest and in his bare feet. He stopped in the doorway with an empty glass in hand. Chris looked away. Perhaps it was discretion, perhaps dislike, perhaps something else, but he clearly didn’t even want to speak to Gary. I spr
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