In the morning Cash woke up feeling shaky; he still had the mother of all headaches. Aimee wasn’t in bed. He felt like a cigarette. Coffee and a cigarette. Water. Then breakfast. He slowly got out of bed. He touched his face; his cheek was swollen. The area around his left eye was tender to the touch.
He made it slowly down the stairs. Heard Aimee in the kitchen talking to someone. Wondered who the f**k it was. In the bathroom, he looked in the mirror. Stunned. He stepped back a few paces, then forward to look closely. Around his eyes were purple and yellow bruises. He looked closer; it was only bruising. He’d live. His cheek ached but he could it see it wasn’t broken. He’d copped that before. It was his head that bothered him. Nikolay had landed more than a few kicks.
He showered. Aimee
