Best before: 19 March 2007
I stared at it. I half laughed, and then my eyes filled with tears. ‘Is that the –’
‘Date of my accident. Yes.’ He raised his eyes to the heavens. ‘Oh, for Christ’s sake, don’t get maudlin, Damion. It was meant to be funny.’
‘It is funny. In a crappy sort of way.’
‘Damion Heather enjoy it. Oh, come on, don’t look like that. It’s not as if I’m ruining my perfect body, is it?’
I pulled Heather’s shirt back down and then I turned and fired up the ignition. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what any of this meant. W
as this him coming to terms with his state? Or just another way of showing his contempt for his own body?
‘Hey, Damion, do me a favour,’ he said, just as I was about to pull away. ‘Reach into the backpack for me. The zipped pocket.’
I glanc
