nice as it is? You’ll soon go stir crazy. I’ll expect you at the car lot tomorrow morning at nine. Then, once you’ve had a looksee, I’d advise you to get on to a few of the building sites, show your face like. Georgio will be much happier finding out the state of play from the horse’s mouth. Think about that. You could run everything through him. If I know Georgio, he’ll want someone he can trust in the driving seat.’
Donna looked into the face opposite hers. It was a harsh face, yet at this moment. Donna was also seeing it as a kind face. ‘I’ll see you in the morning then.’
With those few words, Donna immediately felt better. The decision had been made. She would look into the businesses. Georgio would be proud of her. At the end of the day, that was the important thing.
She would do anything for Georgio, and as everyone kept saying, he would feel much better if he had someone he could trust in the driving seat. them A decision, once made, makes everything seem much easier. For the first time in days Donna felt a stirring of life inside her. She would work for Georgio until his appeal was over. Then, when he got home, she could go back to being just plain Donna Brunos, wife.
Her biggest regret was that she couldn’t add the accolade of mother.
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Chapter Three
Georgio stood under the cold water of the shower, and rubbed his body vigorously with a sliver of dark green soap. He gritted his teeth together in an effort to force away the goose pimples covering the whole of his skin. The white tiles were cracked and broken, the small crevices between them black from years of dirt and neglect. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and imagined that he was in his ensuite bathroom at home. He would leap out of bed for a hot shower, then downstairs to Dolly for coffee and croissants. If he told the blokes in here what he ate for breakfast they would assume he was a shirtlifter, a homosexual.
He was brought back to reality by the voice of Peter Pearson saying: ‘Crying shame, Georgio, eighteen bloody long ones. A crying shame. Should have shot the blooming lot of them.’ His voice was lost in a bubbling sound as he stuck his head under his shower nozzle, words still coming thick and fast. Georgio didn’t answer; there was nothing to say.
Turning off the shower, he wiped the excess liquid from his body and, pulling a towel around his waist, walked out into the toilet area. He was bending over the sink and cleaning his teeth when he felt a stinging sensation across his buttocks. Straightening up, he put his hand to his behind. When he looked at his fingers a second later they were red with blood. Clenching his fists, he turned and pulled off the towel, looking into the plastic-framed mirror above the washstands. He had a stripe about ten inches long across both buttocks. It was a fairly deep wound, but he knew it wouldn’t require stitches. It would be sore for a while; he would not enjoy sitting down. That was the whole idea of it.
Mr Gantry the warder smiled and shook his head slowly. ‘I get the impression they don’t like you in here, Georgio. Now I wonder why that is?’ He turned to a young boy of eighteen who was shaving but watching the commotion, and shouted: ‘Want to kiss it better for him, do you?’
The boy shook his head in fright.
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them Then finish your shave and piss off!’
Georgio was holding the towel to the wound to stem the bleeding. When the boy picked up his shaving gear and rushed out. Gantry said through gritted teeth, That’s a taster from Lewis. He asked me to tell you he don’t like you, and when they ship you to the Island, he wants a word.’
Georgio looked into the man’s face and said directly, ‘You know, a lot of accidents happen in these places, and not just to the cons either. You tell whoever striped my harris that I’ll be seeing them. And you can also lay money on the fact that sometime, in some place, Mr Gantry, I’ll also be seeing
Donna looked into the face opposite hers. It was a harsh face, yet at this moment. Donna was also seeing it as a kind face. ‘I’ll see you in the morning then.’
With those few words, Donna immediately felt better. The decision had been made. She would look into the businesses. Georgio would be proud of her. At the end of the day, that was the important thing.
She would do anything for Georgio, and as everyone kept saying, he would feel much better if he had someone he could trust in the driving seat. them A decision, once made, makes everything seem much easier. For the first time in days Donna felt a stirring of life inside her. She would work for Georgio until his appeal was over. Then, when he got home, she could go back to being just plain Donna Brunos, wife.
Her biggest regret was that she couldn’t add the accolade of mother.
42
Chapter Three
Georgio stood under the cold water of the shower, and rubbed his body vigorously with a sliver of dark green soap. He gritted his teeth together in an effort to force away the goose pimples covering the whole of his skin. The white tiles were cracked and broken, the small crevices between them black from years of dirt and neglect. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and imagined that he was in his ensuite bathroom at home. He would leap out of bed for a hot shower, then downstairs to Dolly for coffee and croissants. If he told the blokes in here what he ate for breakfast they would assume he was a shirtlifter, a homosexual.
He was brought back to reality by the voice of Peter Pearson saying: ‘Crying shame, Georgio, eighteen bloody long ones. A crying shame. Should have shot the blooming lot of them.’ His voice was lost in a bubbling sound as he stuck his head under his shower nozzle, words still coming thick and fast. Georgio didn’t answer; there was nothing to say.
Turning off the shower, he wiped the excess liquid from his body and, pulling a towel around his waist, walked out into the toilet area. He was bending over the sink and cleaning his teeth when he felt a stinging sensation across his buttocks. Straightening up, he put his hand to his behind. When he looked at his fingers a second later they were red with blood. Clenching his fists, he turned and pulled off the towel, looking into the plastic-framed mirror above the washstands. He had a stripe about ten inches long across both buttocks. It was a fairly deep wound, but he knew it wouldn’t require stitches. It would be sore for a while; he would not enjoy sitting down. That was the whole idea of it.
Mr Gantry the warder smiled and shook his head slowly. ‘I get the impression they don’t like you in here, Georgio. Now I wonder why that is?’ He turned to a young boy of eighteen who was shaving but watching the commotion, and shouted: ‘Want to kiss it better for him, do you?’
The boy shook his head in fright.
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them Then finish your shave and piss off!’
Georgio was holding the towel to the wound to stem the bleeding. When the boy picked up his shaving gear and rushed out. Gantry said through gritted teeth, That’s a taster from Lewis. He asked me to tell you he don’t like you, and when they ship you to the Island, he wants a word.’
Georgio looked into the man’s face and said directly, ‘You know, a lot of accidents happen in these places, and not just to the cons either. You tell whoever striped my harris that I’ll be seeing them. And you can also lay money on the fact that sometime, in some place, Mr Gantry, I’ll also be seeing
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