Angie beamed when she saw them the following week. “Wayne, love! I wasn’t expecting to see you again so soon!” She turned to her daughter, who was sitting on the floor, fag in hand, filling out a s*x survey in a magazine.”Didn’t I say, Shards, that he wouldn’t be round here again in a hurry, now he’s found out what a bunch of bleedin’ chavs we are?”
Giles felt a nasty twinge of guilt. “Of course I came round again!” he protested. “You’re my mother! Oh—and this is Oz. He’s a very good friend of mine.” For some reason, Giles blushed as he said it. He flicked a glance at Oz, whose amused expression only made Giles’s face grow hotter.
Angie gave him a hug. “Oh, it’s all right, love. You can call him your boyfriend, nobody minds here.”
The sack of potatoes in the armchair gave a grunt, whic
