Divorcing Jack
“'Don't curse at the boss, fella,' he growled. He jabbed a fist into my kidneys and my legs gave way again, but he held me up.
Mad Dog, bent out over the balcony, turned his head back towards Coogan and shouted: 'Flat as a pancake, Pat.' The shrill whistle of the wind over the Cave Hill all but drowned out Coogan's reply. He shook his head lightly and turned to usher Mad Dog back into the flat. He closed the balcony doors. 'Have him removed,' he said quietly. Mad Dog nodded curtly and left t...he room; he winked at me as he walked past.
Coogan stood with his back to the balcony, watching me intently for a moment before advancing.
'There was no need for that,' I said.
'No, there wasn't.' He nodded sagely, his hands clasped before him. He held my eyes for a long moment and then looked down. 'Here's the church,' he said, holding his hands up to my face. He raised his index fingers until they joined at the tip.MoreLess
Mad Dog, bent out over the balcony, turned his head back towards Coogan and shouted: 'Flat as a pancake, Pat.' The shrill whistle of the wind over the Cave Hill all but drowned out Coogan's reply. He shook his head lightly and turned to usher Mad Dog back into the flat. He closed the balcony doors. 'Have him removed,' he said quietly. Mad Dog nodded curtly and left t...he room; he winked at me as he walked past.
Coogan stood with his back to the balcony, watching me intently for a moment before advancing.
'There was no need for that,' I said.
'No, there wasn't.' He nodded sagely, his hands clasped before him. He held my eyes for a long moment and then looked down. 'Here's the church,' he said, holding his hands up to my face. He raised his index fingers until they joined at the tip.MoreLess
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