A colour made by mixing at least two primary colours“Hey, bro. Did Henare find you?” He pushed his glass away and called to the barman. “Get me an orange juice, please, Ted. This cola tastes like a dog’s armpit.”
I repositioned my stool, not wanting to sit next to him if he’d been doing weird stuff again. Roddy had perfected the art of getting his kicks in the oddest of ways. Sniffing a dog’s armpit wasn’t beyond his repertoire of strange behaviours. “Yes, he found me,” I replied, answering his question once I’d settled. “He walked up the mountain and accessed my property from the rear.” I sipped the cola Ted set in front of me and almost vomited. The dog’s armpit description held a certain degree of truth. Not that I’d ever taken the time to sniff one.
“Where is he now?” Roddy glanced t
