DEaDINBURGH: Origins (Din Eidyn Corpus Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
Marty shrugged. “Course.” “See, when I said I was holding the back of the saddle? Well, na… it was all you.” Marty eyed his sister, genuinely aggrieved at the disclosure. “Ya fuckin cow. I thought you had me.” Tricia laughed, sending a hacking cough racking through her. When she’d recovered, she wiggled her eyebrows at him. “You did good, blondie,” she whispered. “Martin, do you remember the Christmas Dad was away?” He nodded, moving his eyes to the vibrating planks of wood nailed across the store window. “Aye. I do. You made that day for me, Trish.” Tricia nodded. “I know. Had to.” Pain flashed between their eyes as the unspoken history stabbed at their memories. Absent Dad. Drunk Mum. They’d had only each other. Dinner, gifts, a sneaky dip at the old man’s whiskey. They’d had a brilliant day in the end. Bloody Marty had taken the tenner she’d given him, spent one-seventy-nine on a selection box for her and kept the change. Tricia had bought him a DVD and couldn’t care less that he’d pocketed most of the agreed-upon amount.
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