Eva wonders why I’m not collecting Barney and uses that as an excuse to take a walk over the moors to Greystones to find out what has happened to me. She only has to look at me and she knows the score. “Show me.” “No!” “Yes. Skirt up, knickers down.” “Christ, you sound like Tom. And I’m not wearing any knickers.” “Ah. I see. Bad as that? Well show me then. Now.” I sigh, knowing she won’t let up any time soon. I turn around, raising my skirt to let her see the damage. She’s not especially impressed by my battle scars. “Mmm, hardly a mark on you. You should see my arse sometimes. I reckon Tom’s just a big softie. So, how long are you going to lounge around here for? We want you two to come over to dinner sometime soon. What about next week? That’ll give me time to come up with something I can actually manage to cook.” A truly immovable force, Eva Byrne. Again I surrender to the inevitable. “All right. I’ll check with Tom and let you know. As far as I can remember though we’ve not got any pressing engagements coming up.”
