Robyn shouts, beer sploshing out of her glass while she semi-dances, semi-sways over to me. At least someone’s having fun. This is the first time I’ve been in Dylan’s house and we’ve barely exchanged two sentences yet. “Be with you in a minute,” he said, dashing upstairs the second he let us in. “I left Mum and Dad’s bedroom door open and I just heard a noise up there. Better check it out.” The next time I saw him, he was dragging some lad with puke all over his T-shirt into an armchair before disappearing again. I look around the room. It’s quite big. The house has two stories with three bedrooms upstairs and one big room on the first floor. There’s a fireplace with a mantel above it filled with pictures of Dylan at various stages of childhood, some with his parents (presumably) smiling proudly beside him. The room is divided by an archway. In the back half, a group of lads are sitting at the table, opening cans of beer and raiding the fridge. I spot Luke and call him over.
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