Chapter 8

“Even Mum doesn’t like him,” Maxi continued, stirring her coffee noisily. “I mean, Mum likes everybody, she even likes you and she’s never met you, so…”

“Uh-huh.”

“I mean, he claims he really likes this one—and I want to say give love a chance and everything, right…”

“Sounds nice.”

“But he cheated, Tab, that’s just shit!”

“What a cunt.”

“You’re not even listening.”

“Huh?”

“Exactly,” Maxi said loftily, sipping at her coffee. “You never are once you get scribbling. What are you scribbling?”

“Mm,” Tab hummed, fishing for a different, thicker pencil and finding a stub. It would do; he started to sketch the road and traffic lights outside. It was the main road running into town, but the lights changed every thirty seconds because of all the college students wandering off into the housing estate on the other side.

“So did you ask your boxer if you could take a picture?”

“Haven’t seen him since,” Tab lied.