FORTY-FOUR
Jack was out of his deckchair, no groaning, phone squashed to his ear, steaming and listening, flicked his fingers at Jo Jums, who flicked her fingers back at him, made some other rude gestures, before flicking him the requisite pencil and paper.
‘Joe, out, this is not safe. Joe, shite, he hung up the feckin' tosspot,’ looking around to everybody and nobody.
‘One of Christ’s tosspots though.’
‘Yeah, Amanda, but Christ has a habit of not looking after his tosspots, he needs all the tosspot martyrs he can get these days,’ Jack had a serious frown and this did not help him in the good-looking department.
‘Okay, my office,’ Mandy asserted, and Jo Jums rose to join them, when Connie turned to face them. ‘Connie?’
‘Ma’am, Frankie is in.’
‘Connie, join us in my office as well, p
