The afternoon had been great, if long, Joey concluded as he straddled his bike after waving off his nephew. Simon had been eager to please, always seeming to know when to hand over a screw, raw plug or whatever. Joey had looked down a number of times as he worked, to see his nephew’s expression of total concentration. Joey had given him a running commentary on his actions, Simon butting in with the occasional intelligent question. The lad had been totally wowed as he watched the bubble move along the spirit level calling out to Joey when it was in the centre. Joey had to admit it had been useful having an extra pair of hands and eyes around to hold up the other end of a shelf, or pick up a dropped screw. But through it all, Joey had worried about Kevin sitting alone waiting for him. He wis
