34 Nick
When I get home I secretly hope Tasha isn’t there. All I can think of is visions of what’s going to happen. But that’s always where human beings fall down, isn’t it? We don’t like our current situation and we see the very distinct possibility of a perfect outcome, but we’re never willing to endure what happens in between. If I were to offer you either a fiver or a punch in the face and then a tenner, which would you take? If you’d take the fiver, you’re the same as most people. If you’d take the tenner, you’re like me.
As soon as I walk in the door I can hear her voice. She’s on the phone, but I can’t make out who she’s speaking to. I force a smile and lift my hand in a pathetic wave as I pass the living room door and head into the kitchen. I lean on the work surface, my palms ou
