Chapter Thirty-five
Isaac waited for his brother to react. He could scarcely believe he hadn’t gone and added something else to the punch he’d already landed on Nathaniel’s no-longer-perfect face. Perhaps he would now, just to get it in before the authorities arrived.
Instead, Matthew glanced over at Richard. “Over to you now, mate. Do what you’ve got to do, and know we’re grateful. We’re grateful to all of you,” he added, looking around at the rest of the group. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, we’re going home to get horribly drunk. I wouldn’t advise interrupting us—it won’t be a pretty sight.” He shouldered the backpack, which had been tossed to the floor in the scuffle.
Nobody replied. Isaac wasn’t surprised—what was there to say? He couldn’t think of a single word, so he turned and left
