Chapter 16The waiting proved difficult, and Ryan knew Ginger wasn't the most patient of people.
"s**t," Ginger muttered. "Bloody hell." He uncapped the whiskey bottle and took another deep swig. "How am I going to afford a psychiatrist, Ry?"
"Maybe he can get one on the NHS?" Ryan suggested.
"Hn." Ginger snorted. "Not if the f*****g Tories have anything to do with it, and I can't afford a private one. God knows Fizz's parents won't shell out. They never did before. You know, they've got plenty of money, but they wouldn't fork out for a private counsellor for their own son, they just sent him on the rounds through his GP. f*****g cheapskates. I bet this is all a knock-on effect from having to put up with them for so long."
"Well... Sheila said Beth would know what to do, right? And she
