Jack’s old Jaguar was a well-used, midnight blue, XJ8, that had taken more than its fair share of knocks around town, the most prominent being, someone had pinched half of the radiator grille, and Jack was completely disinterested in replacing it. Mandy suggested some psychological transference of his eye, “He couldn’t see that”, he"d answered, thinking it was funny, and if Mandy was honest, it was the first time. The interior ivory leather had become irretrievably grimy from the paws of Martin, formerly Jack’s, and now Meesh’s, scruffy, ginger, wire haired, Border terrier, who had never learned to wipe his feet; so like Jack.
Martin sat with Meesh, his nose out of the rear window, face animated and his wagging tail batting the little girl’s face, exciting great mirth. Michael sat in the
