Twenty-SixA few hours later, Jake pulled up onto his driveways as the first spots of rain began to fall. The summer's afternoon had darkened, a warm breeze blowing in from the sea. Looks like thunder, he thought as he pressed the key fob for his Nissan. It beeped twice as he headed towards the kitchen door, two shopping bags in his other hand. He entered the kitchen, heads turning as he did so.
“Hi, babe. Did you get everything?” Katherine said.
“Yeah.” He placed the bags on the counter as the woman sauntered over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She kissed him longingly on the lips, the world around them falling away into the ether.
A cough from behind them broke their embrace. “Did you manage to find me a pipe?” Wilf asked. “These fag things are not what I am used to.”
“Han
