CHAPTER 18
Carlene was sitting on the bed painting her toenails, feet splayed on a towel and all the accoutrements on the bedside table. She looked up as Reuben entered the bedroom. He braced himself for the inevitable outburst.
‘Hi babe,’ she said. ‘How was your evening?’
She was smiling and there was no hint of sarcasm in her voice. Was this a trap?
‘Er ... fine. How was yours?’
She shrugged. ‘Same as usual. Watched a bit of telly, called Mum. How’s Finn?’
‘He’s okay. Well he’s not, actually. That’s why I’m a bit late. He’s had another setback and I had to be there for him while he cried into his beer.’
‘Oh no!’ Carlene stopped, mid-brushstroke. ‘What happened?’
‘He met this girl and things were going great guns. Then she phoned him and told him she’d met someone else, and it was
