2nd August 2009
“He’s just a boyfriend; Tony’s your brother!” Ali ranted in a shrill, falsetto tone. Yazid laughed.
“And what’d you say to that?”
“I called her a hypocritical b***h, what do you think?” Ali snorted. The line was bad, and the sound crackled loudly out of Yazid’s handset. “She’s cried off loads of family stuff for David, she can’t lecture. When are you getting here? Hurry up!”
Yazid chuckled, peering out of the train window as though he could see—but it was dark. He had work in the morning, but Ali didn’t and somehow a phone call that had started with how was Bristol had ended up at I’ll bring a DVD and a takeaway and we’ll spend the night together.
Not that Yazid was complaining.
“We’re nearly there,” he said. “The driver’s made the announcement and everything.”
“Abou
