Chapter Two
I’d fallen asleep in front of the television when the slamming of the front door woke me.
“You waited up for me, how sweet,” I heard Fiona say as I rubbed my eyes.
As she placed her case on the floor and came to stand in front of me, I rose to a sitting position and peered at my watch.
Groggily.
“It’s almost twelve,” I’d said, not quite up to speed still.
“Tempus fugit,” she agreed.
“What?”
“It means…”
I know what it f*****g means,” I cut her off. “What have you been doing until this time?”
“Martin, I might not be an ugly sister, but I’m hardly Cinderella either. I’m not about to turn into a pumpkin if the big hand creeps past midnight.”
“That’s not what I mean and you know it,” I told her as she took a seat opposite me, kicking off her shoes and crossing her smooth
