“This mutton stew is really tasty,” Tom said.
Cliff shook his head. “In polite circles it’s called a lamb carbonnade.”
Tom looked at Mark and me before turning to Cliff. “It’s only Simon and Mark.” He then shovelled in another huge forkful of stew.
Cliff smiled and shook his head once again.
“Any more bread?” Tom asked, dipping the last piece in the gravy on his plate.
“You’ve had four slices already.” Cliff stood and reached for the bread crock. To Mark and me he said, “Our food bills are out of this world.”
“I’m a growing boy,” Tom protested.
“Whatever you say.” Cliff patted Tom’s shoulder and laid another couple of slices next to his plate.
“Thanks.” Tom smiled at his partner.
“Do you do much of the cooking, Tom?” Mark asked.
“Because I’m home way before Cliff, I usually ge
