Ainu, Angie’s mum, closed her call. She was pleased to be able to help her son and happy he seemed settled. Finding his dad was a relief for her. She had known that one day she would have to tell Dominic his dad was a feckin’ eejit, but it had all happened as a coincidence and, had gone better than she could possibly have imagined. She was even okay, now, with her son’s new name. Most of all she was contented her son had found a job he liked, where he would be close to his dad who, although aware he was a dipstick, she knew Jack would look out for their son, and frankly, Angie was shite on the trapeze and so would be a lot safer in MI5.
‘Everything okay, Ainu?’ Siderney Emcee, the ringmaster asked as he dipped down and circled his arm around the waist of his trapeze artiste Innamorata and
