“Evenin’.”
“Evening.”
“You look like your bloody dog’s died. What’s up? Not had any more trouble with that gentleman I saw off for you?”
Daniel snorts. “He wasn’t a gentleman; he was a f*****g cunt.” He sighs. “Sorry. Had a bit of bad news today.” He had his three-month check up at the doctor’s this morning. And right, he already knew things were going downhill fast, but he’s been doing a fair job of ignoring it up until now.
And miracles happen sometimes, don’t they? Least, he’s read about them in the papers. Babies surviving against the odds. Mummy and Daddy’s little miracle. Course, everyone loves it when babies get miracles. Lads on the street like Daniel, with a mum and dad who hadn’t cared enough to even keep him? Not so much.
“Should take the night off, then.” Bob’s voice is sy
