28th February 2015
Ali was woken by the key scraping in the front door, and groaned when the scraping stopped and the door was thumped instead. Wonderful. The drunken diablo was home. Well, on the up side, it didn’t sound like he’d been arrested.
Yawning, Ali hauled himself out of bed, stole Yazid’s dressing gown to ward off the chill permeating the house, and padded downstairs. Yazid had started ringing the doorbell by the time Ali managed to find his keys and unlock the door.
“Oh dear God,” he said when he finally did it. “Where are your trousers?”
Yazid just beamed and threw his arms around Ali’s neck in a clumsy hug. He nearly tripped on the threshold, and Ali staggered under his sudden weight before hauling him inside.
“You’re freezing,” Ali complained, and it was no wonder. The
