‘Is Mico going with you?’ my voice is higher, hints of anxiety peeking up as I get more internally hysterical. He is doing his best to avoid me, dodging me as I follow him around like a persistent child. He walks away from me to use the mirror for his final check on appearance as he rights his jacket and buttons it up carefully.

‘Of course,’ he answers flatly, which tips me over. The complete obvious in what he said.

Mico is going with him!

Mico is ALWAYS armed for ...