“You know what I mean. Just going out together. You know. Like...”
Lee didn’t need
to finish the sentence. Like we used to. Before the explosion. They’d
often been to movies together and the occasional gig. If there was time after
closing the shop, and they didn’t want to stay in, they’d go to the local bars
for a drink or two before parting for home. There was always something to chat
about, to engage them. To share.
They hadn’t done
that at all in the last couple of weeks.
“We’ve been too
busy at the shop. And it’s been an odd time recently,” Patrick said.
“Everything’s been out of kilter. It’ll settle back down.”
Lee swigged from
his beer again, but his gaze was fixed on Patrick’s face. “Yeah, I’m sure
you’re right.” But he didn’t sound convinced.
A few minutes
later, the music switched to a heavier beat. Lee was dragged onto the dance
floor with Eddy and a couple of Nuri’s younger female cousins. Patrick watched