Cash woke up at eight. Aimee wasn’t in bed. He had showered at Angie’s the night before, scrubbing his body of all of Angie’s scent. But no shampoo or soap, no foreign smell that Aimee might detect. Angie was wild. But Aimee was too. Why did he do it, he thought? But at the same time smiling, thinking of what had happened between them. He should break up with Aimee, it wasn’t fair; he had the bad DNA he thought. Didn’t consider much that he had no self-control. He got out of bed, walked downstairs to the toilet, took a piss, yelling out Aimee’s name but she wasn’t there. Was working at the café in Newtown.
Cash sat down at the kitchen table in blue jeans, a white t-shirt. Called Tanya’s best friend, Annie. She answered.
‘Mr Thompson?’
‘Cash will do fine.’
‘Alright, Cash. Have you found
