CHAPTER 12
“I’VE GOT A headache,” Hayley announced for the tenth time today. It was only 9 a.m. on this glorious Monday morning.
“Aspirin?” I suggested.
“Tried it.”
She was hung-over, as was Susie. They’d been out on the sauce last night and part of the morning too. I hadn’t slept well either, seeing as they’d woken me with a rendition of “Show Me the Way to Amarillo” as they walked up the driveway in the early hours. Neither would win a recording contract.
“I need a fried breakfast,” Hayley said. “That always helps.”
Susie dropped her broom with a groan. “It’s worth a shot. I’ll start cooking while you wash the buckets. We can catch up with work after we’ve eaten. You coming, Ash?”
“I don’t fancy fried stuff, but I wouldn’t say no to a couple of boiled eggs.”
I’d been trying to ea
