He pulled out the vacuum cleaner from the spare room and gave the carpet in the lounge a quick once-over. The great thing about living on his own was that there was not much cleaning up to do. The little place he stayed in was a compact, two-bedroom donger with its own kitchen and laundry. It suited him just fine. His last girlfriend … not so much. Jack touched the photo of Bec and her kids that was stuck on his fridge. He couldn’t wait to see his sister again. He needed someone to talk to and she had a way of reading him so that he didn’t actually have to spell out the uncomfortable stuff. He wondered what she’d think of Lara. The clock on the wall chimed out. Realising he was running late, he headed straight for the door, grabbing his hat and sunnies from the small hall table. His boss, Jerry, never fussed, as Jack put in plenty of overtime in the late hours of the day to get certain jobs finished. That’s what he liked about Jerry.
