‘You look drunk,’ Debbie said, looking up from the sofa as Bonnie came in.
Bonnie shook her head. ‘Just drunk on life,’ she said. ‘You know, for once.’
‘I wish I was drunk,’ Debbie said. ‘But I needed a shoulder to cry on.’
‘Again?’
‘The lads have gone back. Mitchell said he’ll text me when he gets back to Bristol.’
‘That’s good, isn’t it?’
‘I don’t know, is it?’
Bonnie shrugged. ‘I’m a little out of the relationships loop, but it sounds promising.’
Debbie sighed. ‘Maybe. What am I supposed to do now?’
‘You could help me give this place a clean. It’s a bit dusty. I don’t think anyone has touched it since Uncle Mervin died.’
‘You’re going to reopen?’
Bonnie winced. Her head still held sway, controlling her heart’s wishing. ‘Maybe,’ she said.
‘You know, I said it before, but if y
