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Jack hoovered his living room floor for the third time that day. It wasn’t a job he had ever been keen on before — he got the vacuum cleaner out perhaps once a fortnight, if that — but he’d had enough of sitting around the house moping.
Moping meant thinking, and he’d had enough of thinking. Nothing good ever came of it. All he did was brood about the situation with Emily, what Frank had done and which direction his life was going to take. Telling Penny Andrews to go f**k herself had been a brief moment of delight, but in everything else he was very much still waiting for the dust to settle. Retirement, however, was very much at the forefront of his mind.
Chrissie had already gone up to bed. She was still on strong painkillers for her leg, and Jack had moved her in with him until she
