NINETEEN
Mandy nudged Jack, ‘It’s eleven,’ and waited while he oomphed out of his deckchair and made a phone call. ‘Okay Sid, fifteen minutes.’ He put the phone down and they walked off squabbling.
‘What’s this about, Jack?’
‘You’ll see.’
‘Don’t piss me about.’
‘Moi?’
‘Schools out,’ Jo Jums said as the door closed, not even raising her head from her work.
The Chief’s PA flicked her head to go in. Mandy strutted on while Jack held back, ‘Sid’ll be up soon, let him in Brenda, and I'll be your best friend.’
‘Sure, Jack,’ and she goosed him.
He thought, what the hell? Did Mandy see? Observed her face, ‘Oh Feck’. Jack liked all of Mandy’s faces, but this one, whilst good if directed to others, was not his favourite when pointed at him. As he sat at the conference table, he leaned to th
