Chapter Twenty-Six
The Curse of the Sherry Bottle
Good looks are wasted on the blind.
About a month after the split, Lumpy marched into the takeaway and handed me a bag of Mavis’s belly dancing things. With a resigned look, he dumped the bag on the counter. Tenzam and I silently watched as a coin belt clattered to the floor. Lumpy with a sigh picked it up, thrusted it back into the bag, and left.
It was a turning point that sent Mavis into attacking what was left of my “unwanted raffle prize” sherry collection – the real reason I never buy raffle tickets. Without a word, she took the bag and my sherry into her room and didn’t come out for the rest of the night.
For the next week, Lumpy continued to bring in more of Mavis’s things. Each night as I arrived home with another bag, Mavis’s
