Chapter 11

“Anyone

else in tonight, Phiz?”

“Everyone,”

Phiz said. “At least, they all said they were, I’m expecting Sammy back from

work any minute, and Jim called to say he was bringing a couple of mates from

the pub. I think you know one of them, Jim said his name was Gerry? Or maybe it

was Terry, Jim had a mouthful of pasty at the time, you know how he doesn’t

ever seem to stop eating, I don’t know where he puts all that food, and Polly’s

coming round with Evie and another girl I never met, on their way out to the

pub for the night.” The words spilled out of Phiz as always, when he was away

from his boyfriend’s calming influence. “It’s the Cup semi-final, remember?

Sammy filled the fridge with home bake pizzas and beer at lunch time, and

Chandra postponed dinner with his girlfriend’s family, and he’s never one to

turn down her mother’s cooking. Not that I follow football that closely, so I

won’t stay in, I’m not good with a lot of noise, you know? Well, of course you