Chapter Forty-Three
Aidan held tissue on his lip and pressed down, hard. Chris Ashcroft split it with his one lucky punch, and since returning from the cemetery it had not stopped bleeding. Every time he spoke, his lip cracked again. "Try it again," he said to himself in the mirror.
Satisfied the bleeding had stopped, he disposed of the tissue in the plastic bin and walked out of the restaurant's gents’ toilets to find Kate counting the spirit levels, inputting the results on to a stock print out. "How was the wake?"
"Fine." She held up a litre bottle of vodka, then put it back on the bar. "I'm a bit busy with the stocktake, love. Can we talk about this later?"
Talk? Aidan felt like he wouldn't be talking for a while. At least he learned some signing so he could converse with Chef. Ins
