Another back to the past reprise…..
…… “and Maison de Pain” …… read the small fragment of a business card in O’Hoo’s rapidly cooling top pocket. Something about a baguette, maybe. But as crusty as I was, the second last thing on my mind, after sharing a room with a deceased copper was breakfast. The first and last thing on my mind was the diminishing effect of a couple of aspirins. Pretty soon I’d be Bayering at the moon.
I had to think fast and act. I thought I’d quite like a cigarette. Since Merv had banned them inside and since the car park was a no-mans land of low-life dealers and netball players, it had been a long drawn-out time without a Lucky Strike. No smoke detectors? Nope. Bliss.
I needed a hirsute canine to steady myself. The flask of JW…. was empty. Some of the panel beating in my head came from the aircraft…
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