CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Fairy got in late from a night out in the next village, celebrating a friend’s birthday. “I don’t believe this!” She stamped her foot and glared at Mick, who was sprawled on the sofa with a six-pack of beer beside him. He had poured some into a dish for Barney, who was enthusiastically lapping it up.
“What? Don’t believe in dogs getting drunk?” Mick gave his lazy grin and took a long toke on his spliff, sucking in the m*******a smoke with three hissing inhalations.
“That! Over there! I can’t believe you just lay there getting pissed and stoned and let it happen.”
“Let what happen?” Mick slowly turned his head, as if it was a great effort for him to move – which, thought Fairy, it probably was if he’d been getting high all the time she’d been out.
“Oh, that.” He gave a
