Chapter Eighteen
Rafferty, well chuffed, not only with his latest theory, but also with the fact that Llewellyn had been unable to come up with any more arguments against it, was even able to welcome Cyrus’s religious benediction when he got home. In fact he was overcome with benevolence and hail-fellow-well-met-itis and he found himself saying:
‘And God bless you, too, Cy. What say you, me, and Louis take a stroll to the corner and the nearest pub? It’s about time we had a boys’ night out and gave the girls a break. They can download a slushy DVD and enjoy it without us criticising from the stalls. They serve bar meals in the evening.’ He hadn’t actually been in this particular pub before as they’d only moved to their new house a month or so ago, but he’d seen the sign about all-day mea
