Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

Chapter 14

The bar is seamy, dark and disreputable.

Just the place for a grieving man…

James has had two beers with chasers already and looks to be just hitting his stride.

Wonder what he’s eaten today…?

I flag the barman for a bowl of nuts, trying to be subtle about pushing it James’ way. He fails to notice and simply swills down half a beer in two swallows.

“I suppose I never really believed I’d lost her entirely…” he’s saying. “But the way she looked at me when I tried to tell her that her mother had lied.”

I put my glass down, trying not to touch the surface of the suspiciously sticky counter. “Who wants to believe bad things about their mother?”

His nod is microscopic. The tilt of his head as he knocks back another malt chaser is large.

“What did Georgie want?”

We’ve only been here twenty minutes, and he’s already slurring. “Money for her mother.”

“Pretty manipulative on Marlene’s part,” I comment. “You'd think she would have come to ask herself. Rather than use her own daughter that way.”

James flags the barman for another round…

Do I want to keep up with this?

…. What are friends for…?

We’re both going to pay in the morning…

“She did.”

“What?”

“She did. Marlene came to see me, at the office.”

I try to inject calm into my voice. “When was that?”

“Some weeks ago.”

“And you didn't say anything?”

“I didn't think it was your problem.”

“It becomes my problem when my wife is crying.”

his shot,

a

drink himself

*****

hours and, I

or is it

… bars later…

than my body. My

down the double malt James just ordered. “Last

“No prubl’m,” I mutter.

going to

the bar, “Can you call us a

a tap on my shoulder. I turn, one hand

Whash the fuck are you

my elbow. “Mr Haswell's orders. To get you

very good

*****

 

James

Christ Almighty…

My head….

as my stomach rebels

Where am I?

I examine

Clean white linen…

A clean white ceiling…

in case it detaches from my

table beside me are a plastic tumbler, a pitcher of water and another

mine, is Michael, lying on

Orange juice...

Drink of the gods...

from

I'm naked...

When did I undress?

of complex manoeuvres designed to sit me upright without spilling me from the bed, I reach for the juice, gulping down a glass and then another. My throat blesses

reach for the water instead, Michael stirs, raising a trembling hand to his

“Oh, fuck...”

wipes down his face with a palm and

are sticking together. I lick them and try again. “There’s

jerking my way then stopping in mid-movement. Moving with exaggerated caution, he sits up. As he pours a glass of juice, he looks across. “Next time I suggest going on a bender with you, remind me not to.”

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