Death of An Addict
“– Charles Lamb ‘Don’t say anything at all,’ she snapped as she drove towards Strathbane. ‘I will speak to you when I am dry.’ When they arrived at the bungalow, Hamish followed her meekly in. ‘I will use the bathroom first,’ she said.
He went into the living room and switched on the electric heater and stood shivering in front of it.
At last she reappeared, dressed in a high-necked nightgown under a camel-hair man’s dressing gown. ‘Your turn,’ she said.
He went off to the bathroom, stripped off, had a hot bath and, wrapping a large bath sheet about him, went to his bedroom and put on pyjamas and a dressing gown.
He went reluctantly back to the living room.
‘Sit down, Macbeth,’ she ordered.
He sat down.
‘Now, let us go through that fiasco. First of all, you seemed to have forgotten I am your superior and gave me orders.
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