Chapter Seven
Harry opened the door in his underpants. No, let’s start again. He didn’t have a door in his underpants – he was wearing nothing but a pair of underpants when he opened the door. There, much clearer.
He swung his head from left to right, then back again. Finally his gaze settled on Damien.
“And?”
Damien looked up and down the corridor before replying.
“Just thought we’d drop in for a visit. Been a while, hasn’t it?”
Harry kept a poker face. Sunday night, and he’s awakened by someone banging on his door. He opens it to find two headcases, two young ladies and an older stranger standing breathless in the corridor. And none of them seemed to be carrying anything to drink.
“Is that right?”
In our haste to get off the streets, we’d had a hurried discussion about where we s
