Chapter 8

Tom laughed, but Sam and Billy didn’t get the joke.

“Tim plays the piano at the King George. We went to visit him at his house once so I could practise a few songs,” Mark explained.

“And when Cliff and me turned up as well, the poor man flapped around wondering where he’d put everyone,” Tom finished.

“Does Tim have a partner?” Billy asked.

“No, Dougie died a few years ago.”

“What happened to him?” Billy asked.

Cliff looked over at us. I nodded. There wasn’t any reason why the boys shouldn’t know.

“Doug died of an AIDS-related condition. He was ill for quite a while, but he couldn’t fight off his last bout of pneumonia.”

This brought an element of sadness to the evening. I took Mark’s hand. Given what we’d been talking about earlier, I had a pretty fair idea what was going through his mind.

“The coffee maker should have done its thing by now,” I said, wanting to lighten the mood. “Mark, will you give me a hand?”

Mark nodded, smiled, and came into the kitchen with me.