CHAPTER 12
He listened to the girls leave for work the following morning. It all seemed acquiescent enough downstairs. He didn’t hear any shouting, slamming doors or such.
It wasn’t until they were gone that he realised that he was going to be stuck at home all day, until they got back. He had no car, so he either needed a lift or to attempt that walk again if he wanted to get into town. He didn’t feel like either. He’d had a bad night’s sleep and got up from bed with a heavy head. It was a bit like being hungover even though he knew that he wasn’t.
Wanda wagged her tail at him enthusiastically from her spot in the sun, conveniently in the middle of the kitchen floor. He didn’t have the heart to tell her to move, so he made his breakfast carefully stepping around the dog.
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