TWENTY-NINE
The dulcet baritones of the suave banker, combined with another two halves of Jonas’s ale and a delicious seafood stew, lulled Mandy into a reflective reverie and an extraordinary sense of well-being. She allowed herself a passing thought as to how Jack was getting on, when he intruded as only he could; the stuff of nightmares. A shocked drunken entry into the pub, held up by the collar of his jacket by the very sober, and if Mandy was any judge, long-suffering, Jimbo.
‘I’m sorry Mandy, he insisted he wanted seafood stew. I wanted a curry, but of course…’ Jimbo explained.
Mandy stopped him, ‘It’s okay Jimbo,’ she pulled up a chair, ‘pour him down here.’
Mandy’s inevitable rebuke was overshadowed by a powerful presence, ‘Jack, how dare you come in here in this condition.’
J
