But this time, it wasn’t going to be a Fearless Five thing. It was just a ‘me’ thing. Days passed and I said nothing to the others about my plans. Fallon came out of hospital and Corey left home to go and stay with her for a bit, leaving a note for his soon-to-be-returning grandparents on their coffee table. We carried on hanging out together, watching Netflix or playing video games. We ate out at Subway or Costa and took turns cuddling the baby. I trained with Pete and gave the punchbag a daily pounding. My body grew tighter with the effort and my arms stronger and harder at the top. And silently, I thought about my plan. Operation Zane had been given a rest for a few days, so the man of the moment could freak out sufficiently, but I for one didn’t want to wait any longer. One drizzly lunchtime I made Max drive us to the seafront. He parked up by the pavement opposite the jetty and they got three cod lots and curry sauce from Cod Save the Bream. The smell was glorious as they sat merrily stuffing their faces and making om nom noises as the baby snoozed soundly between Fallon and Corey in the back.
