I got us a table at a restaurant about a block from the hotel, thought we'd have some bonding time. I've got a burger and chips on the go, just so I can check it off the American Food I Need To Eat list. Liam hasn't eaten his chicken salad thing, seems content enough just moving it about the bowl. I take a bite out of my burger and feel relish drop out the sides. I hear it splatter against the plate. About the only thing I have heard since we got here, apart from our order and the buzz of a restaurant at low ebb. I wipe my mouth with a napkin, ball up the paper and drop it by the side of my plate. “So, you going to tell me what happened?” Liam shakes his head. “Nowt happened.” “He call you names or something? Make fun of your hair? If it was me, I'd make fun of your hair.” He looks up at me, a sneer in his smile. “Oh, you're fuckin' hysterical, you.” “I try. So what was it?” “I told you, nowt. He was just being an arsehole.” “You said I was an arsehole, you didn't try to leather me.”
