Chapter 2
So after that we kept on seeing each other, and Larry started asking me to these University dinners and stuff. He said he’d buy me a suit, but I told him I had one already from when I used to work as a bouncer. “Why did you give that up?” he asked. “I’d have thought that kind of thing would be perfect for you.”
“Din’t like the hours. It’s nice, working outside in the day and hearing the birds and stuff.”
“You’re just a big softy inside, aren’t you?” Larry smiled at me.
I shrugged. If anyone else called me a softy, I’d deck them. But I didn’t mind Larry saying it.
The night of the first dinner, Larry was all keyed up like I used to be before a fight. I didn’t get why he was nervous, ‘cause he must have been to loads of them, so I thought about it, and I thought it must be ‘ca
