FORTY-THREE
Wednesday morning and it had indeed been a stormy night, thunder that shook the fillings in your teeth, lightning crackled and flashed. Mandy and Jack had cuddled all night and awoke to a humid morning, cloud threatening more rain, but they felt refreshed and invigorated. Jack loved this time of day, he was a morning man, and especially after a storm he loved to sniff the air. He went to the open window and made a foul snorting noise that woke and revolted Mandy, and probably several of her neighbours, she having the bonus of the vision of his furry, pimply bum sticking back out from the curtains, warmly aware also, they were getting more comfortable with each other.
In the car, they discussed visiting Paolo, and the school arts festival, ‘You sure Milk’O and Co know what the
