‘Shall I call a doctor? I’m really worried about you!’

‘No, I’ll be fine’.

‘But you’re not “fine”! You didn’t sleep a wink last night’.

‘I’ll be alright, Rod. You know me. Good old Babs. Built like a brick sh- … well, you know. It’s just seeing that man, with no hands. I’ve never – never – ‘

At which point Babs Halliday rushed into the en suite to throw up.    

Rodney Halliday took out a cigarette from the packet that lay open on the marble coffee table and lit it. Babs would be cross when she saw him smoking inside, but what the hell? She was in no condition to bollock anybody just at the moment.

He looked at his watch; his...

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