“said John Omally, raising a pint of good cheer. It was Thursday lunchtime and he and Jim were once more in the Flying Swan. “But there is one thing I have to say,” the Irishman continued, “and it is best that I say it now.” “Go on, then,” said Jim, a-sipping at his pint. “If you don’t get that smug-looking smile off your face, I’ll punch your lights out.” “Sorry,” said Jim. “I can’t help it.” Omally shook his head. “Just what did she do to you in that bedroom?” he asked,... for the umpteenth time. “She sang to me. I told you.” “And that’s all she did? Sing?” Jim Pooley sighed in a wistful way. “Yes,” he said. “It was wonderful.” John placed his pint upon the counter and rubbed his hands together. “Well, whatever,”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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