Everything Is Beautiful––––––––
The Loggerheads pub
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Harry was driving too fast again, making the car skid and screech along the road. Angela felt sick but was thankful that he hadn’t yet turned into Harry the one-eyed bandit.
‘It’s gony go great,’ Harry said. He nodded back towards the boot of the car. ‘With them beauties. Best in the shop.’ He was grinning.
Angela wondered about the new equipment he’d bought, whether it was wise. She’d tried to talk to Harry about it but he’d brushed her off. He’d done the same to Bobby, when he’d said that he’d rather use the drum kit he was used to. Harry had pointed out how good they’d look with The Midnight Roses on the kit, and the picture of rambling, blood-red and black flowers that wound around the name. And it did look good; it was
