“Still no luck finding
anywhere?” June was well-connected to the office bush
telegraph.
“No, not really. Most of
my mates either don’t have room, or I can’t stand their other
halves, or they live in pig sties.”
June laughed. “I’d offer
you our spare room, but our Sammy and Gail often come to stay at
weekends.” June was proud of her two grand-daughters and lost no
opportunity to tell people about them at great length.
Fearing she was about to
launch herself into a monologue about their latest exploits, Paul
intervened. “Have you read this rubbish?”
“I typed it.”
“Oh, sorry.”
She smiled. Paul knew he
hadn’t offended her.
“Why don’t you take Trevor
up on his offer?” June was adept at going straight for the
jugular.
“Well, uh. I turned him
down yesterday, it, uh, wouldn’t sound right me asking him
now.”
June waved away his
protests. “He’d be glad to put you up. Though he hides it well, I
know he’s rather lonely. I was only telling our Jill the