Judas clicked the orange switch into the ‘on’ position and waited as the battered old kettle warmed up. It huffed and puffed a lot, and rattled around on its plastic base, then finally, almost apologetically, it climaxed and switched itself off. He poured the hot water into his blue mug and was in the process of filling up the extra cup –Williams’ cup – before he realised and stopped. He poured the hot milky water away down the sink, and placed the cup on the draining board. Then, carefully, almost lovingly, he dried it with a tea–towel and put it away in the cupboard over the sink. It was symbolic that he was putting Williams’ cup away for good, and it saddened him greatly. He was gone. It was as simple as that. Judas thought back to that little face, full of hate, and shook his head. Tha
