She could use pretty much any pretext in the book, given his soft spot for her, but she opts for a game of pool, billing it as an opportunity to avenge herself for her last defeat at his hands. They’re well into their game when I slip silently past them and into the office. ‘Hey, Megan. A quick word?’ ‘About what?’ She’s at her desk, scribbling away, and only looks up when she hears the door close behind me. ‘I’ve got nothing to say to you.’ I ignore her, pulling up a chair and removing the gaily coloured package from the shopping bag. ‘A peace offering.’ ‘It’s not going to do any good.’ ‘No, I don’t suppose it will, but it’s yours anyway, so you may as well open it.’ She strips off the wrapping paper to reveal the food container sealed in the freezer bag. Her face falls but recovers quickly. ‘Gee, thanks – Tupperware.’ ‘Second hand, I’m afraid. It’s been used to transport dog shit.’ ‘You really need help.’ ‘And you really need a lawyer.’ A bit melodramatic, perhaps, but it hits the spot.
