CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
If Ross hadn’t thrown up – he’d eaten a whole packet of Gummy Bears, according to Wayne – Fairy would never have gone back home unexpectedly. And if she hadn’t gone home, she would never have caught them. Rory and a girl. In her bed!
It was hideous. They were naked, their limbs twined around each other. She had the disturbing feeling that they had had s*x and then, satiated, had fallen asleep. If she hadn’t gone up to fetch a clean T-shirt for Ross, and if they hadn’t left the bedroom door open, she would never have seen them.
She stood in the doorway, trembling, not knowing what to say. Seeing Rory’s eyes flutter open, she had asked faintly, “How long has this been going on?” and Rory had replied, “Oh, ages. Anyway, what’s it to do with you? You’re not my mother.”
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