Chapter Thirty-Three
The Secret: Part Two
You only get to die once.
The takeaway was busy when I walked in. I was late.
I drove back from the care home so relieved I didn’t have to stay that I decided to celebrate with a quick walk about the top of Loch Lomond and a latte. By the time I got to the takeaway, it was open and Tenzam was in the kitchen, frazzled while frying. There had been a rush on pakoras, the dips had run out, and the Roadworks Man was getting in the way trying to help. He was searching through the kitchen asking annoying question.
“Is this the spiced onions?”
“No, that’s pickle.”
“Shall I put that in a tub then?”
“No, it’s twice the price. Kamal will kill me.”
“What about this then?”
“That’s tandoori.”
“Oh.”
“It’s for marinating, just put it in the back – no I
