TWELVE
There was a banging at the door that woke Jack. ‘What the feck?’ Jack was immediately conscious of a weight on his chest, and checked for a heart attack before he opened his eyes, probably for the last time. He was not alone. Meesh and Martin had crept in and sat on him for a laugh. He looked into the smiley, loving face of the tiny girl and knew she would not think of such a diabolical idea. He knew the notion of creeping into the bedroom and sitting on him was Martin’s idea, and he pictured in his mind the little girl and his dog creeping in, tittering to themselves, and it made him smile. Martin wheezed a chortle and offered up a reassuring dog-breath lick in response; yep, his idea.
Where was Mandy, was his second thought, as he energetically frolicked with Meesh and Martin, p
