TWENTY-SEVEN
They called into Waitrose supermarket on the way home; the first time they had shopped for food together. Jack, oblivious of the milestone, took a basket, and on automatic headed for the fish counter. Mandy was okay, she was getting to enjoy fish, and standing back she watched him. From behind she thought he’d lost a bit of weight, still had his elephants arse, and could not believe she liked this about him; still appreciated a good rabbit’s bum on a man, but this was what she wanted to live with, amazing; brains testing time.
Jack was scrutinising the fish counter with clear delight as she approached, ‘If we have fish, you’re cooking. I will have a bath, and on my own, with Father Mike’s candles, so don’t raise the eyebrow.’
‘Eyebrow down love,’ and he pecked her on the ch
