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Chapters (59)
  1. Copyright Page
  2. About the Author
  3. Also by
  4. Praise
  5. About the Book
  6. Dedication
  7. Part One
  8. Chapter 1
  9. Chapter 2
  10. Chapter 3
  11. Chapter 4
  12. Chapter 5
  13. Chapter 6
  14. Chapter 7
  15. Chapter 8
  16. Chapter 9
  17. Chapter 10
  18. Chapter 11
  19. Chapter 12
  20. Chapter 13
  21. Chapter 14
  22. Chapter 15
  23. Chapter 16
  24. Chapter 17
  25. Chapter 18
  26. Chapter 19
  27. Chapter 20
  28. Chapter 21
  29. Chapter 22
  30. Part Two
  31. Chapter 23
  32. Chapter 24
  33. Chapter 25
  34. Chapter 26
  35. Chapter 27
  36. Chapter 28
  37. Chapter 29
  38. Chapter 30
  39. Chapter 31
  40. Chapter 32
  41. Chapter 33
  42. Chapter 34
  43. Chapter 35
  44. Chapter 36
  45. Chapter 37
  46. Chapter 38
  47. Chapter 39
  48. Chapter 40
  49. Chapter 41
  50. Chapter 42
  51. Chapter 43
  52. Chapter 44
  53. Chapter 45
  54. Chapter 46
  55. Acknowledgements
  56. Discover more from Rachael English . . .
  57. Prologue
  58. Part One
  59. Chapter 1

‘I hope you haven’t started without us,’ said Tess, who was still wearing the gigantic grey coat. Her pink hat had been replaced with something that could have doubled as a tea cosy. Perhaps it was a tea cosy. There were snowflakes in Nina’s long chocolaty hair and on the shoulders of her duffel coat. Tom had to stop himself brushing them away. She looked like she belonged in Dr Zhivago or one of those films that made his mam cry.

‘We’re only here five minutes ourselves,’ he lied. ‘There’s a seat over there for you.’ He pointed towards a mildewed two-seater sofa he’d covered with sacks.

‘Do you hang out here all the time?’ asked Nina, as they sat down.

‘Yes,’ said Tom.

‘No,’ said Conor, their answers colliding.

‘What are the pair of you like?’ said Tess, pulling off her tea cosy. She looked around. ‘It’s a bit of a kip, isn’t it?’

‘I think it’s fab,’ said Nina. ‘If I had a place like this at home, I wouldn’t ever want to leave.’

It turned out that Tess was the most experienced smoker. While Tom had had the occasional puff, he wasn’t sure he could inhale. Conor was a wheezing amateur, and Nina wasn’t much better. But Tess was a pro. Not only did she inhale, she knew how to blow actual smoke rings.

‘I take my mam’s smokes all the time,’ she said, in her most casual voice. ‘Believe it or not, she never seems to notice.’

Smoking, it turned out, came with a rule book. Tess took charge, showing them how to light one cigarette from the butt of another and instructing them not to slobber on the filter. This was known as a ‘duck’s arse’ and was a very bad thing. She also knew the best way to remove the smell from your breath. Silvermints were handy, but a handful of grass was better. ‘Just chew it,’ she said, with an earnest nod.

‘Like a cow?’ asked Conor.

‘Like a cow.’

Drinking beer was a lot simpler, but no matter how often Tom tried – and he often stole sips from his dad’s glass – he couldn’t get used to it. Why couldn’t the beer people make it taste better? Still, it warmed you up and made words easier to find.