Chapter Ten
Rafferty’s wife, Abra, hadn’t started dinner when he got in. He heard her coming down from the bathroom and guessed what she’d been doing.
‘Hi sweetheart. No better?’
‘Don’t sweetheart me, you impregnating swine. I’ve been upchucking all day. No doubt it’ll continue in the working week. That’ll help my continuing employment prospects. Still, I put the boss off his lunch yesterday, so that’s good. He looked quite pale when he went off with his latest good prospect.’
‘Poor darlin’.’ Rafferty tried to give her a hug and was shrugged off. He stood, feeling guilty, and said in a jollying along tone, ‘I nearly joined you. It was only because I refused to give Sam Dally the satisfaction that I didn’t.’
‘Bully for you. So all it takes is willpower and Sam Dally? Perhaps you’ll let
