Chapter Five
WHEN HE FINALLY GOT home it was after ten. He found that Abra had prepared one of her mixed salads with jacket potato, hardboiled egg, cheese, garlic mushrooms, sardines and the rest. It was one of his favourite meals, combining as it did so many varied flavours and although he was really too tired to eat, once he’d started he found himself eating it with his usual relish.
‘I was ready for that,’ he said as he cleared his plate and sat back. ‘I didn’t have time for any lunch today.’ Not wanting Abra to think him as much of a wuss as Sam Dally clearly did, he cited lack of time as an excuse rather than a squeamish stomach. Once he’d got back to the station, he’d found he’d got past lunch.
‘You should make time, Joe. It isn’t good for you to go so many hours between meals.’
