The rain was hammering on the roof, clattering against the windows. In parts of the guesthouse, it was as if the inside was outside, such was the amount of water running down the walls and dripping from the ceilings. Noah continued to make his displeasure known. ‘We’re barely any better off in here than we would be camping in the carpark.’
‘Be my guest,’ Sanjay said.
‘I’m not trying to be difficult, I just don’t understand how anyone thought this was a good place to stop.’
‘Put a f*****g lid on it,’ David snapped. ‘We’ve got enough to deal with already without you lot being at each other’s throats.’
‘I’m just trying to say—’ Noah began.
‘Yeah, well don’t. If you’ve not got anything positive to say, do us all a favour and don’t say anything at all. In fact, just do that.’
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