Chapter 46

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Helen and Paul decided to host a barbecue in their backyard on Sunday afternoon. It was something of a combined Father’s Day and my and Mark’s birthday celebration.

Tom and Cliff drove over, bringing Steve with them. Later, Billy’s mum and dad showed up, too. We rarely got to see the Tranters. As we ate, I discovered that Charles did something in insurance and Fiona was a teaching assistant.

Roy sat to the side of the main group and said little unless he was directly addressed. I noticed with concern how Roy favoured his left hand when eating, not that it took much manual dexterity to eat the food Paul and Helen provided.

“Lager anyone?” Paul asked, holding up a few bottles.

Tom, Roy and I declined. I went on to explain that I wasn’t much of a drinker but given a choice I preferred bitter.

“By gum, you can tell he’s from Yorkshire,” Mark said, affecting a Yorkshire accent.