I checked my watch. Asked my brother, ‘She ready yet?’
‘Nah. Bet you a pound to a penny she’s on the phone to her
sister. Waffles on for hours, saying sweet FA.’
Impatient – we were already twenty minutes late – I went
upstairs, with the intention of knocking on the bedroom door; geeing her up.
Came down without doing so.
‘Told you so –‘
I looked at him. Obdurate old sod but heart in the right
place. As was hers. After I told him what I’d overheard – no sisterly
conversation necessitates those sort of responses! – he knew exactly where to
strike.
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