CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
When Barney saw Mick and heard his familiar voice, he went into an ecstasy of barking and jumping and could only be calmed with a sausage roll which went down his neck in one bite.
“Off!” Fairy was pointing to Mick’s filthy coat, rather than Barney.
He shrugged it off and it sagged onto the floor and Barney seized it and started worrying it as if it were a dead rat.
Oh God, what have I done? Fairy thought. I had just got my house clean and tidy and made it mine again. But hey, I’m not asking him to move back in. I’ll just let him have a bath and clean up, though those clothes of his will have to be burned. I’d better see if there is anything of his or Rory’s still lying around that he can wear.
There wasn’t, so when a pink, glowing Mick stepped out from under the sh
