I’d just finished my cigarette, and was back to about the sixth of Mike’s shirts when Kieron popped his head around the door. I’d been at it for an hour now, and had lost track of time. ‘Hello. You okay, love?’ I asked him.
‘Not exactly,’ he said. ‘I think you need to come and get Sophia. Dad’s going to go mad in a minute.’
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