Chapter 10

“We ought to get a set. I could keep an eye on you while you're on your round,” Cliff said, no doubt remembering the time Tom had been stabbed and almost died.

“The range isn’t all that good. It’s all right between Sam’s and my house, but you cover a wide area on your route don’t you?” Billy asked.

“True,” Tom admitted.

Billy’s parent’s had agreed he could stop at Sam’s for New Year’s Eve. Helen also had said Sam could have a small glass of wine or something at midnight. This came as a surprise to us, because Helen had always been opposed to Sam drinking alcohol. Though Paul had been a little more liberal, especially if Sam was having a meal, too.

Mark and I had gone out and bought a bottle of champagne from the supermarket when we knew Tom and Cliff would be spending New Year’s Eve with us. So, once Big Ben struck twelve, we all clinked our glasses and wished each other a happy 1988.

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