MICHAEL STOOD UP AND rubbed his eyes. “We’re going round in circles.”
“I disagree. I think our two opposing views have collided head-on, and that no further progress is possible.”
Michael strode to the doors leading onto the balcony and pushed them open. Fresh air hit us like a physical force, sweeping the cobwebs from bodies dulled by the long discussion. I turned my head as sunlight streamed in behind the air. Which sounds wonderful, but once you’ve spent a moment considering the physics involved, and the relative speeds, you might want to go back and rearrange the order of that sentence.
Michael turned to face back into the flat, folding his arms as he stood in silhouette with a halo around his head. He knew how to work his theatrics.
“Look. I’ve got four more boys in hospital with
