Chapters (75)
- Cover
- Praise
- About the Author
- Title Page
- Intoroduction
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EITHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- SIXTY-TWO
- SIXTY-THREE
- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
- SIXTY-SIX
- SIXTY-SEVEN
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- CLIMATE EMERGENCY
- Copyright
His eyes look panicked. There is the slightest shake of his head. ‘It’s a bit sore today. It doesn’t like the cold I don’t think.’ He raises his voice a little, makes sure John can hear him. ‘Bloody foolish of me, falling down those stairs like that.’
Catching on to his meaning, I join in. ‘Oh. That’s awful. Er… Sorry to hear it.’
John looks away from the growing queue at his stall, looks at Dan. ‘Two minutes?’
‘Thanks, Boss.’ Then, to me, ‘Mind if we sit down, Kid?’ Dan picks up a crutch from behind the stall and gestures with it towards a nearby bench. ‘I can’t lean on this thing for too long.’
‘Sure, yeah. Fine.’ I think I see the back of Dana’s head. She’s fifty yards or so down the high street. It’s OK. I know where she’s going.
‘Look, Josh,’ Dan begins, placing himself heavily on the bench. I perch on the other end. He leans in and his voice drops. ‘If you happen to see him, Carl I mean, can you tell him I’m alright?’
‘Yeah, sure.’
‘It’s just, John offered me this job, and it’s alright actually. Doesn’t change how I feel about … you know … things. But I don’t want him thinking badly of me.’
I’ve never heard a less convincing statement, but I let it go. Other things to worry about. ‘Is that why Carl … your leg?’
‘Don’t know. That and some other stuff. I asked a few times about this whole plan. Maybe I did a bit too much asking. Just all seems a bit … much. I mean it’s just a kid, isn’t it? He’s what, your age? Not that I don’t agree that something has to be—’
‘Yeah, of course, Dan. I’ll pass that on.’ I can’t stand the hollowness of his voice. Is that what I sound like?
‘And I suppose I should apologise to you, too. For not … you know, with your dad and everything…’
‘Oh.’ I’m struggling for words. Should I let on? His loyalty to Carl, despite everything, suggests I shouldn’t. ‘Well … it’s OK. I guess. Don’t worry about it.’
‘Thanks, Josh. You’re a proper hero.’ Dan goes back to sounding jocular, friendly. ‘So what’s he got you running around with today then? Suppose you can’t say much about it really, can you?’
‘No, not really.’ My discomfort must be pretty clear by now. One knee won’t keep still.
‘I won’t keep you, Josh. Good to see you though. Maybe see you about sometime, back at the Crown maybe?’
‘Yeah, maybe.’ I stand to leave.
Dan heaves himself back onto his one good leg. He’s wrapped the handle of his crutch in cloth bandages, like Jamie did, but I can see his left hand’s all sore where it’s been rubbing.