In two minds
Strange. Where is everyone tonight? The neck of the wine bottle slides as condensation meets the sudden sweat in my palm. I grab it, stabilising the bottle, my stomach clenching, my ears ready for the crash on the concrete. It survives, but my nerves now have jagged edges. I lock my BMW and search up and down for the other company cars that usually line the road. Outwardly, everything seems the same. Brian’s lights are on, and through the gap in the curtains I can see the games table set up and ready, next to the waiting, empty row of glasses. But a couple of the street lamps opposite flicker, casting shadows in front, then behind me, at will. And something about it makes me shudder.
Lizzy has already taken Brian’s Corsa, I see. She’s done her so-called duty – food on the si
