CHAPTER 23
Half an hour later and the crowd is starting to disperse. Heather and Marvin are all up for going for a curry and it doesn’t take much to talk me round either as my stomach is grumbling away.
“Can we go for one Dad?” Summer asks Joel.
“Sure,” he hooks an arm across his daughter’s shoulders.
Heather and I dither about, trying to decide which one of the Indian restaurants to dine in.
Marvin eventually takes charge. “The one behind the theatre,” he says decisively, “I’ve never had a bad curry there.”
We head towards it and Summer falls into step beside me.
“What do you think of Wolverhampton then?” I ask her.
“It’s actually alright,” she replies. A fine drizzle has started, she pulls her hood over her face, it makes her eyes look huge and she looks fresh faced and youn
