6th March 2015
Ali came home to a note on the door, and Mrs Pemberton’s croaked greeting from her garden bench.
“He took off, your young thing, ran out of there like he was on fire!” she told him.
Ali chuckled as he pulled the note off the door. Check-up @ hospital back by 6 latest got to drop by kevins for some dvds x.
“He’s got a check-up,” Ali said, but decided not to bother telling him off when he got back. Yazid hated his check-ups, and if he’d been even a tiny bit worried, he’d have wheedled Ali into going with him. So…it’d be fine.
“Ooh, good luck to him!”
“Thanks, Mrs P,” he called as he unlocked the door. The hall showed evidence of Yazid having come back, thrown his work bag in, and left again immediately—the sports bag had burst open on the stairs, the whites spilling out.
