Nine
We’re at my place now. We walked back from the beach. Thankfully in dry, warm clothes. Jed eventually came to his senses and realised it was actually too freezing. And that he liked his own biker boots too much to get them wet either.
We’re sitting on my front deck.
We may or may not also be drinking lime spiders. I just couldn’t get the idea out of my head and then Jed made me make them because, apparently, I “mentioned them fifty times in the space of half an hour.”
He said it could be the first of his “Adventures”.
The adventures are, he says, his foolproof means of curing me of heartbreak. And he has enough of them, apparently, for each of the rest of my memories of Viggo MacDuff.
The first one is to drink a lime spider.
“You are aware this is not a very adventurous adventu
