WHEN RAFFERTY GOT HOME that night it was to find Abra complaining about the mess the stag night boys had left behind them. ‘You might have tidied up,’ she told him as soon as he came through the door.
Rafferty had a vague recollection of Llewellyn trying to clear away the beer cans and other detritus but being jeered at by the rest. Nevertheless, he had persevered and cleared a lot of the rubbish. He bit his tongue in time to stop himself revealing this fact. It wouldn’t go down well if Abra learned that it had been Llewellyn, rather than him, who had filled the two bulging bin bags leaning drunkenly by the kitchen door.
‘I’ll give you a hand,’ said Rafferty. Thinking it politic to show willing, he pulled a bin bag off the strip on the table, finally got it open and started putting cans
