THIRTY-EIGHT
‘You spoke to Jo-Jums?’
‘When you were in the loo.’
‘When does the new Cosmopolitan come out? I’ve read that one.’
Eight in the morning, and Mandy was driving them into work, another warm day, overcast but close; she had the air conditioning cranked.
‘There’s so much to think about as a girl, how d’you do it?’ Jack still Cosmopolitan magazine pre-occupied.
‘Woman.’
‘That’s what I said, diddli?’
‘Well, at least you didn’t say bird.’
‘Would you object?’
‘Jack, I am not so petty, but a lot of women see that term as derogatory.’
Jack sighed, ‘See, I struggle, I fink I’m there and still get fings wrong, that’s why we need to get the new Cosmo.’
She sighed, his cockney accent getting thicker as his mind drifted, ‘You're a good man Jack, without the intellectual capacity
