Frank and Goose turned to look at him. He hadn’t doled out an interesting fact for a while now and it took them both by surprise. Also, it seemed to have very little relevance to anything they had been talking about. He wasn’t finished there. ‘And in Texas you can’t graffiti on someone else’s cow. I suppose that means it’s okay to graffiti on your own cow, but don’t take my word for it.’ ‘I’ll be sure to check that before I graffiti on any cow next time I’m in Texas,’ said Frank with a smirk. He was walking on air. After living through the worst year of his life (the canal, losing his best friend, the breakdown, losing his job and Alice and Jemma, and now about to lose them permanently to the other side of the world) he was finally starting to feel that his luck was changing. After all, he had the book back. Everything would be fine now. ‘Actually, you know what? I’ve always wanted to go to Texas. Well, you know, America generally. Never been. Maybe I’ll book us a holiday.’ Anthony scratched behind his ear.
