Chapter Twenty-Five
The Taj
Closing the library is discrimination against those who can’t buy books.
Henry was a man hard to ignore. In his youth, he was an alpha man, fast, aggressive and silently seething; now, after years of drinking and grimacing, he was more a grumpy man with an invisible arse, an unshaven granite-like face, and black Rasputin eyes.
As he arrived for his Friday jalfrezi, he caught a glimpse of his ex and threw her a you’re the last thing I expected to see look, followed by a smile that stopped at his lips.
Helen said nothing. The last thing she expected to see was her “garlic-hating, tight-arse” ex appear for a curry.
Cocolder greeted Henry like they went shooting together or something equally sinister, while Tenzam greeted him with a handshake, along with a “yo
