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the spare bedroom. It was nearly as big as the main one and had just been fitted with a king-sized bed. Aesopâs sister had spent the previous Wednesday buying all the trimmings and it looked brilliant.
Trish turned on the light and then looked around at Norman.
âArenât you full of surprises?â
He gave a small shrug.
âSure, it was me that painted it for the bollocks.â
âAh, Aesopâs great. They both are. God, I canât believe youâve all been mates since you were kids.â
Norman nodded and tried to smile. He was a little bit down. After the gig, backstage, Trish and Aesop had gotten on like a house on fire. Norman was trying to be sociable and talking to whoever was around, but he kept hearing her laugh and heâd look over to see Aesop telling her something, all arms and mad expressions the way he was when he was on the pull. The two of them had found a small sofa and sheâd probably spent an hour at least being charmed by the fucker and howling her head off with him. Norman knew it was pointless being jealous over someone like Aesop. When it came to women, he couldnât compete with that. It fucking hurt him a bit though. He really liked Trish and the idea that sheâd fall for Aesop ⦠and to think that heâd been the one that actually told him to be fucking nice to her!
âYeah. I noticed you were talking to Aesop a lot all right. The girls seem to go for him.â
âI can see why!â
âYeah â¦â
âWhat?â
âHmm? Nothing.â
âIs something wrong?â
âNo. No.â
âOh God. Itâs not Aesop, is it?â
âWhat? No. Donât be silly. What are you talking about?â
âNorman, look at me.â
âWhat?â
âWhereâs Aesop?â
âChrist only knows.â
âRight. And where are you?â
âIâm here.â
âYeah. And where am I?â
âYouâre here.â
She nodded and put her hand on his face, going up on her toes to kiss him.
âAnd what does that tell you? Donât be going and getting all peculiar now on me. Iâve had a brilliant night.â
âAh, Iâm sorry Trish. Iâve just known him for a long time and ⦠heâs a great bloke, but â¦â
She shook her head at him, her eyes closed, and he stopped talking. Then she started to unbutton her top, letting it and her bra fall to the floor. Norman looked down at her, his breath catching.
âHoly fuck,â he said, unable to help himself.
She started to unbutton his shirt then, and reached up to pull it from his shoulders. She ran her hands down his chest and around by his sides to pull him closer. Something under her fingers caught her attention. She lifted up his arm to look and found the beginning of the twenty-inch scar that ran in jagged angles from his ribs down and then around to the middle of his back. She frowned at him, but he just shrugged at her and sighed.
âCollapsed lung. When I was younger. They had to operate.â
She ran her finger along the raised flesh again and looked up at him, but his eyes were closed. Okay. If thatâs the way he wanted it. But she wasnât stupid. Plus, she knew a thing or two about scars. And collapsed lungs for that matter. No surgeon had done that to him.
But that was fine; he didnât want her to know.
âYou should have sued,â she said.
Chapter Five
A few weeks later, Jimmy was heading into the studio with a guitar riff going through his head. It wasnât really a Grove thing, but he knew that it would suit Leet for one of their songs. He wasnât interested in getting a writing credit, or even one for performance on the Leet album, but heâd teach it to Eamonn the guitar player the next day. In the meantime he wanted to get the thing recorded with their click tracks before he bloody forgot it. Heâd been fucking useless for months and
Trish turned on the light and then looked around at Norman.
âArenât you full of surprises?â
He gave a small shrug.
âSure, it was me that painted it for the bollocks.â
âAh, Aesopâs great. They both are. God, I canât believe youâve all been mates since you were kids.â
Norman nodded and tried to smile. He was a little bit down. After the gig, backstage, Trish and Aesop had gotten on like a house on fire. Norman was trying to be sociable and talking to whoever was around, but he kept hearing her laugh and heâd look over to see Aesop telling her something, all arms and mad expressions the way he was when he was on the pull. The two of them had found a small sofa and sheâd probably spent an hour at least being charmed by the fucker and howling her head off with him. Norman knew it was pointless being jealous over someone like Aesop. When it came to women, he couldnât compete with that. It fucking hurt him a bit though. He really liked Trish and the idea that sheâd fall for Aesop ⦠and to think that heâd been the one that actually told him to be fucking nice to her!
âYeah. I noticed you were talking to Aesop a lot all right. The girls seem to go for him.â
âI can see why!â
âYeah â¦â
âWhat?â
âHmm? Nothing.â
âIs something wrong?â
âNo. No.â
âOh God. Itâs not Aesop, is it?â
âWhat? No. Donât be silly. What are you talking about?â
âNorman, look at me.â
âWhat?â
âWhereâs Aesop?â
âChrist only knows.â
âRight. And where are you?â
âIâm here.â
âYeah. And where am I?â
âYouâre here.â
She nodded and put her hand on his face, going up on her toes to kiss him.
âAnd what does that tell you? Donât be going and getting all peculiar now on me. Iâve had a brilliant night.â
âAh, Iâm sorry Trish. Iâve just known him for a long time and ⦠heâs a great bloke, but â¦â
She shook her head at him, her eyes closed, and he stopped talking. Then she started to unbutton her top, letting it and her bra fall to the floor. Norman looked down at her, his breath catching.
âHoly fuck,â he said, unable to help himself.
She started to unbutton his shirt then, and reached up to pull it from his shoulders. She ran her hands down his chest and around by his sides to pull him closer. Something under her fingers caught her attention. She lifted up his arm to look and found the beginning of the twenty-inch scar that ran in jagged angles from his ribs down and then around to the middle of his back. She frowned at him, but he just shrugged at her and sighed.
âCollapsed lung. When I was younger. They had to operate.â
She ran her finger along the raised flesh again and looked up at him, but his eyes were closed. Okay. If thatâs the way he wanted it. But she wasnât stupid. Plus, she knew a thing or two about scars. And collapsed lungs for that matter. No surgeon had done that to him.
But that was fine; he didnât want her to know.
âYou should have sued,â she said.
Chapter Five
A few weeks later, Jimmy was heading into the studio with a guitar riff going through his head. It wasnât really a Grove thing, but he knew that it would suit Leet for one of their songs. He wasnât interested in getting a writing credit, or even one for performance on the Leet album, but heâd teach it to Eamonn the guitar player the next day. In the meantime he wanted to get the thing recorded with their click tracks before he bloody forgot it. Heâd been fucking useless for months and
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