have transport arranged?â
I suppose I couldâve told him I preferred to walk. Or that Roote were giving me a lift. But sod that. Only a fool turns down what he wants out of pride, and what I really wanted now were to crash out in my pit.
âNay,â I said. âThat âud be grand.â
I looked at my beer glass. It were half full. I realized I didnât want it.
Only a fool sups what he donât want out of pride.
But I could feel Roote watching me, and this time pride won.
I drained the glass, set it down, and hauled myself out of my chair.
âThanks, mate,â I said to the landlord. âGood pint that.â
âThank you, sir. Hope we see you again soon,â he said.
âNever fret, Iâll be back.â
Roote caught my arm and said in a low voice, âMr. Dalziel, just one thing. About Mr. Pascoe, Iâll leave it up to you.â
Whether I told him or not, he meant.
I gave him a nod and left.
I wouldnât trust Roote as far as I could throw him, which, the way I were feeling just then, was about half a yard. But credit where due, I couldnât fault him over how heâd dealt with Pete.
Which donât stop me wondering, now theyâve finally got me tucked up in bed and talking to myself under the sheet, if one of the reasons Franny Roote took off abroad with no forwarding address was âcos he didnât want Pete Pascoe feeling responsible for him, then why when he came back to England did he opt to settle here in Mid-Yorkshire? Okay itâs right on the fringes of our patch, but itâs still our patch!
Canât get that tune buffalo womanâs nephew were whistling out of my mind. How did the words go? Letâs seeâ¦summat about an Indian maidâ¦aye, thatâs it!
There once was an Indian maid,
and she was sore afraid
that some buckaroo would stick it up her flue
as she lay in the shade.
And so on. Gets dirtier. Not the kind of thing Iâd expect Fester to choose for his Desert Island Discs. And why should it bother him so much?
Questions, questions, lots and lots of sodding questions hopping madly round my mind to that jaunty little tune. But itâs always the same one leading the dance.
What the fuck is Roote really up to here in Sandytown?
Never fear, one way or another, Iâll find out afore I go!
But all I want to do now is sleep.
So itâs good night from you, Mildred, and itâs good night from
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Hi Cass!
Thanks for pic. He is truly gorgeous! I want one of my own. Does he have a brother? Nice smile. Whats he got to smile aboutâI wonder?!!
Back to dull old Sandytown! After lunch yesterday Tom excused himselfâto catch up on all the stuff that had piled up in his absenceâ& Minâwhos clearly decided to make me her own!âasked me if Id like to go swimming with her. I thought she was being kindâ& meant the seaâ& said yes pleaseâbut it turned out she meant the swimming pool at this 5 star hotel Tom told us aboutâthe Brereton Manor. Seems the Parkers have membership of the Health & Leisure Clubânatchâbut the kids arent allowed in without a responsible adultâso Min the minx had elected me! Mary tried to rescue meâbut I saidâno problemâ& off we went.
Minnie led me over the roadâ& through a gateâthen across a golf course that looked to be in the final stages of construction.
âShould have been finished for EasterâMin told me proprietorially.
Serious money being spent hereâI thoughtâconfirmed when we reached Brereton Manor. Must have been a grand old houseânow much modified & extendedâall the eco-friendlyâcarbon unfriendlyâstuff theyve got at Kyotoâbut tastefully blended inâthe kind of detail that costs a fortune. Presumably the idea is youve been invited to a 1920s weekend house