The Hand That Rocks The Cradle
I'd arranged to meet Ann at the Chinese restaurant. I'd left Sutton mumbling to himself. Sean caught me at the door, said, “I’m taking down his painting.”
“Ah, don’t do that, Sean.”
“He’s hopeless, people want the hurleys back.”
“Sean, leave it for a little while, he’s a bit fragile at the moment.”
“Fragile! That chancer? He’d build a nest in your ear and charge you rent.”
I went into Madden’s and bought six red roses. I have never, never bought flowers in my life. The assistant said, “Will I make them into a spray or a bouquet?”
“I dunno”
She laughed, so I said, “Is there any way you can wrap so…”
“So people won’t see, is that it?”
“It is.”
“Arrah, go on our that. It takes a real man to carry flowers.”
“I’m going to have to take your word for it.
