SEVEN
It was close on lunchtime when Della surfaced. Jonas was dozing and she looked out of their bedroom window across to Eastney cemetery then flipped her head back to the wounded and exhausted Jonas. ‘Babes, there’s a couple of bodies in the cemetery.’
Jonas, though drowsy, managed a pitifully painful laugh, his giggling, jiggling his throbbing bullet wounds. He wondered if they would ever heal, but even wounded, he could not resist the lovemaking ministrations of his beautiful Della.
‘It is a cemetery, my love,’ and he chortled into his pain.
Della rubbed her chin thoughtfully and gazed upon her Gypo. ‘Leave the jokes to me, Jonas darlin’. Yer luvvly, but yer ain’t got wot it takes, sweet’art,’ she responded, shaking her head in a Della loving fashion, which said to anyone else obs
