rue t shere was a game.

    One afternoon,  back to see Matty, Jess stifled a giggle and observed enigmatically t shed see him soon enough.

    Maureen looked at her.

    Ill be seeing y minutes if Im lucky he bus, she said.

    Yea after t, said Jess.

    Soon enoug after t? I said.

    Yeah.

    I see  minutes of every day, said Maureen.

    And  all about it, just as  all about so muc Jess said.

    Perer, sarted to so concealed interest in Lizzie, JJs ex-girlfriend.

    here does Lizzie live? she asked JJ.

    Kings Cross. And before you say anyt a hooker.

    is s messing around.

    Yeaotally excellent joke.

    So  a  telling you  to talk to upid old slapper.

    ire life.

    s t he prick one? Sorry, Maureen.

    quot;Metap;, I said. ely t tapitled to itled to wonder w all.

    Exactly. Sap out h someone else.

    Yea sure t dumping me condemns a person to eternal celibacy.

    And to a discussion about te punis for our exes,  passed, like so many moments in t us noticing. But it ed to rootle around in treeenage bedroom of Jesss mind.

    On tself, I  it o be a big day.

    ous enoug spoken to o-face since Id come out of prison.

    ed to talk to me because antial offer from a reputable publisobiography.

    talking money yet.

    May I ask, t  could be described as substantial? ell. You kno ance.

    does t mean? Its real, not imaginary.

    And ;realquot; mean, in real terms? Really? Yo