Trina had gone to a lot of trouble. Brandon walked through the side gate at six o’clock to find a table, draped with a red tablecloth and laden with all sorts of delicious looking salads and desserts. On each corner, no doubt for easy access, there were trays of nuts and other tempting snacks.
“What shall I do with this?” Brandon asked, holding out the fillet of fish he’d collected from the pub kitchen on his way down.
Mark took it and put it on the tray with the chicken. “Forgot you don’t eat meat. Lucky you brought something.”
“Yeah, fish meat,” said Brandon, trying to make a point.
Brandon took a seat next to Kirk and Katy, who’d obviously made up with each other.
“Are you alright?” asked Katy. “You’ve been a real grump all week.”
Brandon shook his head. “Nah, I’m fine. Just tired
