Chapter 25

“Good,” said Jacob. “I’ll remember that when I’m eighty, half-blind, drooling and hobbling around with an artificial hip.”

Robert smacked him playfully on the arse.

“Come on,” he said. “There’s a bath over there by the fireplace. Water’s cold by now but at least we can use it to wash up in.”

After giving each other a thorough wash with the soap and washcloth, initially provided for Robert, they dried each other off.

“Should I dress?” asked Jacob.

“I don’t see why. Besides, have you seen what you were wearing? They’re ready for the incinerator, never mind the washing machine.”

Jacob laughed. “You’re probably right. I guess you’d better escort me to dinner please, sir.”

“Sir? I could get used to being called that.”

“Well don’t,” said Jacob, kissing Robert on the cheek before giving him a gentle shove.