Marley came to the kitchen doorway with his large sports bag slung over his shoulder. ‘Dunno. I’ve got college this afternoon and then me and Digsy are going to his to play FIFA.’ ‘Well, I don’t want you out late. You’ve got college in the morning and you need to call your nan tonight. It’s Wednesday.’ Marley rolled his eyes. Tina pointed a blunted stem in his direction. ‘Don’t look like that. She looks forward to it.’ ‘I know, but... it’s just boring. We say the same things over and over. How your studies going? You eating good?’ He did a fine imitation of his West Indian grandma. Tina suppressed her laughter. ‘Boring for you, maybe, but for her it’s a little lifeline and it makes her happy. And if you can make someone happy by doing something so small, then why wouldn’t you?’ Marley shrugged. The doorbell rang and he raced down the flat’s narrow hallway and opened the door to Digsy, who leant against the wall and waved. ‘All right, Tina?’ ‘Yep.
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