Chapter 58: Starving.

THE MOMENT HAD come. Nigel gathered himself. He could do this. Just say goodbye to the silly cobber.

“Yeah, good-on-ya, mate.” Nigel nodded, his voice flat, devoid of conviction. “It’s probably right for you to go home.”

Nigel wasn’t sure why he said probably. Nigel should have said Go home with absolute conviction, with finality.

“I don’t want to go home,” Pete said with an exasperated grumble, a flash of his old ...