‘It’s d**k, not Moses,’ Jack said, marvelling at how his wife could be so silly at times. But before Mandy could issue her angelic thunderbolt, Jack recommenced his reasoned explanation on behalf of the Ooh La lovelies, DaDa team. ‘Suicide,’ he said, rubbing his chin like Sherlock Holmes needing a shave might and then stood, bowed, sat back down and smiled beatifically. He thought, then leaned forward to the table top and looked studiously, in a caring Nightingale way, at Aedd, ‘Don’t worry, old son, she’ll get better,’ he said and carried on sporting his victory smirk, born of a certainty that only messengers of God could carry off. He then offered more words handed down from upon high, ‘I don’t doubt that…’
He was fortuitously interrupted by Cecelia, tipping her head towards Aedd who ap
