Chapter 9
That Saturday, Brad slept in. He got up to go to the toilet, and noticing the slate-grey skies outside, he returned to the warm nest of sheets and blankets from which the call of nature had forced him. A sleep-in was a luxury he rarely experienced, and today, he was going to make the most of this opportunity.
Then, at about ten, his phone rang. It was Alistair and Michael.
“Want to come ice skating with us?” asked Alistair.
Brad rolled onto his back. “Ice skating? Where?”
“There’s a new rink opened up. Come on. It’ll be a laugh. We’ll pick you up.”
“Hey, hang on. I never said yes.”
“Yes, you did. Just then. See you in thirty.”
The phone went dead, and Brad was left momentarily dazed. Ice skating? How he wished for a few more minutes in bed, but Alistair had sounded excite
