“SO HOW MUCH HAVE THEY been smoking?” I asked as we climbed into Rafael’s car. Suzy hadn’t recovered from her giggling fit, and Sheena was starting to join her from time to time.
“No more than usual,” he replied, pulling on the top of his hat to squash it down so that it fit between his head and the car’s roof. “Face it – you looked funny.”
“Not half as funny as you,” I mumbled back as I closed the door. Rafael was wearing a pair of psychedelic pink and green striped leggings, topped with a purple leather waistcoat. His shoes were the height of fashion, if he’d been a leprechaun – bright red fairy boots, with bells dangling from the curly toes. Still, it could have been worse.
Then he pulled on his fluorescent green driving glasses, and it was.
We headed away from his flat, the girls i
