Chapter Twenty-Nine
The Art Of Winning
What comes around has usually been around before and is way past its best.
I woke up that morning with plans. According to Deirdre McConical one can only avoid the inevitable for so long and it was now my time. I was going to throw everything to the wind, move on, and, take charge.
“Birthmarks or spots are mine for the taking,” I shouted at Puss, she didn’t bat a whisker.
I was going to pick up all Rodger’s shed stuff, his posters, pens, beer mats, everything I could get my hands on, and sell what I could. Then take the proceeds and whatever was left to the Argyll Hotel with a witty note about negotiation. I had listened to all, now it was my turn to change things. I was after all Nefertiti, a dancer in the dark, I could play games, let Rodger th
