Chapter 12It had been another hectic day. It was now the first Thursday in February and nothing much had changed. Having to work late didn't please John – or Angie, who hadn't made dinner. Still, the takeaway was only five minutes away. A fish and chips supper was fine by him, but he worried there'd be more recriminations.
Armed with the two portions, he wondered whether she'd be able to eat it; it wasn't the most easily digestible food. Still, that was up her.
He put the paper-wrapped packages in the kitchen, then returned to the living room, where Angie sat watching the TV.
'Want them on a plate, or shall we eat out of the paper?'
'Out of the paper. Not sure how much I can eat but I'll try my best.'
He bought her food and drink on a tray and went back for his own.
She'd opened the
