The Pink Room

"Bobby, do you think she will be okay?"

Shrugging my shoulders, I lock the door behind me and toss the keys in the cabinet. "I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"Her dad dragged her into his car as if there was no tomorrow."

"Why didn't they call the ambulance?"

"They couldn't wait I guess, still at least her mum is there with the kids."

"I didn't get a chance to say this earlier, but your flat looks really nice."

"Really?" I can't see how this one bedroomed flat could appeal to anybody. It's just an old mouldy flat with dodgy central heating and crappy internet signal.

"Look at all this stuff!" His hand goes straight to the limited-edition boxsets. "This stuff is worth a fortune. You could be minted by selling these. Shame the boxes are opened!"