Chapter Fifty-Two
“Thanks for giving me a hand, Declan, I appreciate it.” Chris bent down and put his fingers underneath the washing machine. With his neighbour on the other side, he counted down from three, then, with effort, lifted it into Declan’s pick-up. “You’re a good neighbour. And my wife loved you to bits.”
“It’s not a problem, Chris. Anytime you need a hand around here, let me know.”
“Thanks, I might do just that.” He walked round to the passenger door, got in and waited for Declan to sit behind the wheel. His head hurt from playing pool last night; well, from the six, or maybe seven pints he drank, more like. Attempting to hide it, and his breath, he stared out of his side window.
Declan started the engine. “Ready?” His neighbour glanced over at him.
“Dad, wait!” Amy appear
