Chapter Twenty-One
Custody
Revenge is never sweet, only the beginning of something worse.
A few days after the centre page spread Shifty contacted me about the shed. Since Rodger’s stay in the hospital, the shed remained unused and forgotten (like me), and Rodger was missing it (not like me). Rodger wanted the shed with him, at the back of the Argyll, so presumably he could go from the adoration in the pub to the artistic solitude in the shed.
I told Shifty via Kay that I liked the shed where it was and to tell Rodger that, as it was he who moved and ruined my pyramid for his damn shed, he could get stuffed.
“The shed is part of the garden,” I said, “and the sooner I can persuade the Bag Lady to move in, the better.”
Kay looked at me with a mixture of disappointment and pity. She kne
