When Trevor entered the canteen at lunchtime, he got his food and sat down opposite Paul and Sandy.
“Is that all you’re having?” Sandy asked, looking at the lone sandwich on Trevor’s plate.
“I’m not hungry,” Trevor mumbled.
He heard Paul clearing his throat, but didn’t look up. Paul must have changed his mind because his next words were aimed at Sandy.
“Has Mr Brandon’s collection got as far as the filing department?”
“What?” Sandy laid down her stick of celery and turned to Paul. “It’s not like you to be interested in retirement presents.”
“Mr Brandon was behind me getting my first job with the Council. I thought about buying him a separate gift.”
“That’s nice. Have you any idea what you should get him?” Trevor asked.
“Not really. Could you maybe help me pick something? You gay bl
