‘Personally’, Charlie thought, ‘I’d clean out Damien’s drains with proper drain cleaner or maybe sulphuric acid’. She sat back in the settee, so much more comfortable than the one in her house and closed her eyes and let the weariness flood through her. She heard the clink of glasses and bottles, and as if from a great distance she heard Dennis ask, ‘Is white rum OK?’
‘‘Bacardi?’ she responded, she liked Bacardi,
‘Not exactly, but similar, I brought it back from the Caribbean’,
‘Sure’, she said, ‘OK’, eyes still closed, luxuriating in the warmth of the room, so much warmer than her own home which always seemed cold and uninviting, her mother’s concept of central heating being copious quantities of cheap vodka from Aldi, thus saving money on heating.
Dennis reached to the back of the
