Chapter Twelve
RAFFERTY WAS RELIEVED, when he reached Llewellyn and Maureen's flat that evening, and was let in, to see that Abra had actually turned up this time.
She was sitting in Llewellyn's minimalist living room clutching a large glass of red wine and smoking a cigarette. Rafferty, who had given up the weed some months before, felt like bumming one off her. Always supposing she’d share one. Her face looked set and unfriendly, as if she were having serious doubts about this meeting. He felt his heart do a backflip at the realisation that he might, after all, have lost her for good.
Yet she had turned up. Surely that meant something? Like that she still had feelings for him.
He watched as she lit another cigarette and he furtively inhaled the smoke. He was surprised that Llewellyn
