Jarrod is stretched back on the sofa. "I've not had a decent curry in, I don't know how long."
I grin in response, as I try to work out how to start the conversation that could destroy our friendship.
"Missing the misses yet?" he asks, and I'm nodding before I can stop myself. My eyes barely leave the TV; I don't want him to know just how right he is. I pretend to watch as one of the players tries to score a goal.
"It's complete b*llocks." I frown as I turn to face him. "I should have just gone with her."
"But your dad's sick, right?"
"Yeah," I shake my head. "I couldn't go... too much going on here."
He nods seriously. "You're really into her, aren't you?"
"Yeah." My response is automatic and perhaps more honest than most things I say. "It's pretty blatant, isn't it?" I run a hand
