MIDNIGHT - HarperCollins NZ
MIDNIGHT - HarperCollins NZ
MIDNIGHT - HarperCollins NZ
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<strong>MIDNIGHT</strong><br />
equally quick to realise that the younger, pretty woman<br />
was not best pleased to see him there. Well, sod her,<br />
he thought, and sod anybody else who didn’t take to<br />
him. He had a living to earn just like other folks, and<br />
he would earn it in any way he could, good or bad.<br />
Addressing Eileen, he asked, ‘This your daughter, is<br />
it? Not too keen to see me, is she, eh?’<br />
‘Ignore her, Ian.’ Affording Libby a scowl, Eileen<br />
smiled up at the man. ‘She always was a difficult child!<br />
As you know.’<br />
The man gave a curt nod of the head. His name was<br />
not Ian Harrow but Peter Scott, a bully-boy and layabout.<br />
Having spent the night with the crazy old bat,<br />
all he wanted was his payment.<br />
Looking him up and down, Eileen struggled to<br />
remember. ‘I’m so glad you came to see us. You<br />
mustn’t go just yet, though. Oh dear, it’s been such<br />
a long time since you were last here. Please, won’t<br />
you stay for a cup of tea?’ Unable to remember him,<br />
she grew agitated. ‘Oh, and a slice of toast and marmalade,<br />
eh?’<br />
‘What?’ He saw his opportunity. ‘I’m not ’ere for<br />
bloody marmalade!’<br />
‘Oh, well, some bacon and eggs, then.’ The flustered<br />
woman turned to her daughter. ‘We do have eggs and<br />
bacon, don’t we?’<br />
‘Sorry, Mother,’ Libby lied, hoping he might leave<br />
without any further fuss. ‘I didn’t have time to do a<br />
shop yesterday.’ This was an awkward situation; one of<br />
many over these past difficult years.<br />
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