Well, that’s what it felt like; I don’t suppose it actually did leap. But anyway, it rang as I sat up in bed with it in my hand. Maybe he’s sorry, I thought, that cross guard. Maybe he’s ringing back to apologize. They probably have one of those screens that tells you who’s ringing you so you can...
The one who’d been at the bus stop before, the thin one. “Met” wasn’t exactly the word for it. She was in the supermarket, and so was he. He’d stopped at the fish counter to admire the mackerel, all striped and shiny and neatly packed into their skins without a pucker or a ruck, and he noticed he...
Yeah, well, it’s the only book I’ve got, right? So, good for old Antonio. He’s sad and he doesn’t know why. That’s a bit of a luxury, that kind of sadness, if you ask me—and even if you don’t. It has no cause. It’s just a kind of mood. Maybe he was a teenager. I doubt if his grandmother has died,...
She gets away with it because she’s such a child, I suppose. “You didn’t!” I squealed. “Why did you say that about your mother?” Did I mention before about Mags’s deficiencies in the tact and diplomacy department? Possibly not. But believe me, she could learn a thing or two from a crab about keep...