FORTY-TWO
After Len had gone, Jack sank into his favourite armchair and thought things through, in particular, how to protect his family. He had no doubt Len would agree, there was a bond before, and Jack believed he had just reinforced this. Ordinarily he would have shared with Father Mike, but Mike would do anything for him, just how much he had begun to question. And he had Amanda to think of, he always thought of his children, Martin, and now Meesh, so he couldn’t afford to play too fast and loose. He checked his nose; it hadn’t grown, smiled inwardly, quite pleased with himself, and stood to leave for Amanda’s.
It was close to six and Jack appreciated the summer evening light, the temperature beginning to cool after a hot day. Good walking weather for the seafront, short sleeved shi
