“It was bright yellow and smelled of fish. She stopped breathing and stepped over it gingerly. It must have been deposited there after the street cleaners had left – fairly recently, in other words. While Betty was awaking and showering and getting ready for work other people were stumbling around, throwing up on doorsteps. Amy was taking the children to her best friend’s house in the country at lunchtime, so Betty had the afternoon and tomorrow morning off. She could barely wait. She’d been wor...king for Amy since only Tuesday but with the ten-hour days and the rather eventful evenings, it felt like much longer. ‘Nice,’ said John, sauntering towards his pitch with a big cardboard box in his arms and gesturing towards the pile of vomit. Betty blanched at the sound of his voice. It was the first time she’d seen him since the morning after she’d slept with Dom. ‘I know,’ she said, sneering. ‘Gross.’ John put the box down on his stand and turned his back to her while he untaped it and started pulling out records.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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