Had the sparrows farted? Bright sunlight jagged through cracks in the thick curtains and burned Jack’s eye. Mandy was asleep, facing away, the warmth of her body consumed him as he wrapped his good arm around and cupped her breast. ‘Mmmm, that’s nice.’
‘I must have dozed off, but I feel a lot better for it.’
Still sleepy, Mandy replied, ‘I’d say, it’s Tuesday, d’you not remember the doctor?’
‘No, what did he say?’
She stretched her neck and shoulders, allowed his other arm and pink hand to slide under her neck, and put her hand on top of his, holding her breast, and softly she spoke, ‘Well, he examined you, and asked me if you’d been blown up recently, or maybe run over by a car, shot at, or knocked off a bike or maybe all of these and I said yes, how perceptive. He said, “Well, that c
