Chapter 6
Thornton and I were becoming good friends and there were times that we talked the blokey talk of sport, beer and cars. Never women, which would still have embarrassed me. He seemed a real nice guy, certainly as far as I was concerned. Though I had heard him on the phone tearing a strip off the florist over an incorrect flower delivery. He was unrelenting in his criticism, and obviously had a short fuse. Fortunately I had never experienced this, and was determined to tread gently if the need ever arose. Still, his friendly acceptance of me was appreciated, and meeting his eyes when we talked was no longer an effort. He had a close relationship with Mr Seebold, or as he called him, Stan. Some evenings, when I was leaving after work, I would see them going for a walk together in th
