Another Day
The Loggerheads pub
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Bobby slammed the door and stormed downstairs. His wife was impossible. She’d got worse lately, all hot and emotional from the inside out, and he just didn’t know what was going on with her. How had he ended up married to her? b****y Harry McKenzie, that was how; he never should have listened to the bleeder.
It was quiet downstairs, the punters all finished and gone off for the night. Bobby wished he could go off from this place. Moving in with the other three had seemed like a grand idea back when Harry had suggested it, but now the place felt like his punishment for something. Only he couldn’t think of one thing he’d done bad enough for this.
He lit up, taking a deep drag and putting the fag packet down on the table in the back room. He heard
