Ghosts
She awoke just before seven o"clock feeling very much the worst for wear.
“I have a hangover to end all hangovers. Did you hit me on the head with something hard last night, Shaun?” she asked, shielding her eyes from the outside sun.
“No need, Leeba, You did it all yourself. You drank the best part of a bottle of whisky,” I replied, smiling. There was one part of me that was pleased by her incapacity but another, perhaps stronger, that wanted the salaciousness of her to be activated.
“If you want coffee then I"m about to disappoint you. I"ve only shopped for clothes since being here, food has not been a priority.”
“Have you been living off air?”
“No! Eaten out every day. Both you and your brother threw money at me.” I laughed, but she was incapable of that.
“No eggs then, I g
