I don’t know a better message than that.” – Paul McCartney Callum “Jack’s not home yet – he’s picking up the trailer.” I nodded, making my way through to the kitchen anyway. “Well, then yeah, I’ll have a drink with you while I wait. Thanks.” “Coffee?” Ally asked, and although I know it was meant to sound casual, it didn’t. It sounded pointed. I turned to her, but decided at the last second that I didn’t want to go there right now. I had too much else on my mind to fight about this. “Yeah, coffee’s good.” I’d have preferred a beer, but that could wait until after Jack and I had cleared a trailer load of stuff out of the garage at Tom’s old place and brought it back here. “Leo phoned earlier,” Ally said, getting mugs out and setting them on the kitchen counter. “He’s gonna be home all afternoon, so if you need a hand, he’s happy to help.” I pulled a chair out from the kitchen table and sat down. “Great, because we can use all the help we can get.
