Chapter 46
Ur a shit
The text came in as he was eating dinner – an omelet and fries – sitting on the couch and watching some sitcom on TV. So, the singing-telegram had done his job.
Glad to be of service, he replied with a smirk.
U know that old letch in the home thinks I'm sum sort of w***e now. Thanks for that.
Ur welcome.
He rose and rinsed his plate before placing it in the dishwasher. He had to shower. He had a date with Micheala – or maybe she was called Michelle, who knew – tonight and he wanted to wash the day from his body before having to wash the night from it in the morning. His phone buzzed as he removed his clothes. Taking it out of his pocket, he saw another text from Jan.
Paul will call u in the morning. He has news.
What about?
Can't tell u. It'll spoil th
