Chapter 42
Tom shivered and pulled the covers up to his chin. For a moment he couldn’t place where he was. One thing was certain though, he’d had a night of it. His head was sore, his back was sore and his tongue was furry. He opened his eyes a crack. The sharp light of summer poured in the window.
He lay on a blow-up mattress in the corner of the surgery, his home for the past week. Not so blow-up any more. His spine lay hard against the floorboards, and why couldn’t he feel his legs? He propped up on his elbows. Red lay spread-eagled over the end of the mattress, a dead weight. ‘You’ve got me confused with that pushover, Taylor Brown.’ He kicked at Red, who smiled and wagged his tail as if to say, Don’t worry. I know you didn’t mean it. ‘Get out of here,’ growled Tom. A second kick con
