Chapter 84

“He’s coming through for us again and you better pack your bags and head back to India—oh, I’m Indian now, nice to know—before I get over this and come back down to Nottingham.He can’t spell Nottingham either.”

“He dropped out of school when he was, like, fifteen, he was shit,” Ali croaked. Yazid looked up and frowned.

“Hey, none of that.”

Ali shrugged. “Go on.”

“Hey,” Yazid repeated, reaching out and squeezing Ali’s bicep. “It’s okay. Relax. It’s just a stupid letter and he can’t spell for shit. Which is pretty crap, coming from me.”

“You’re dyslexic, that’s different from stupid,” Ali mumbled, and shuffled across the tiles for a hug. Yazid ruffled his hair and kissed his temple before returning to the letter. Ali glanced at the scrawling blue script, then looked away to the kitchen window.

“If I get my hands on you again, you…”

“You what?”