Lee finished what remained of his coffee and rose from the armchair to grab hold of the TV remote control, which was on the sofa where Kay had left it. He switched the television channel onto a football highlights programme and stood watching for a few minutes, fists shoved into dressing gown pockets, before deciding it was time to get showered and dressed. He would get some breakfast – a serious fry up – at the greasy café down the road, and then he’d go to the pub and meet James. Kay was sitting at her dresser doing her makeup when Lee wandered back into the bedroom having already set the shower running in the bathroom. He retrieved his slippers from beneath the bed and stood behind Kay as she pulled faces at the mirror, testing her lipstick, checking her eye shadow.
“I’m, er, meeting J
