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you to golf matches when you were younger.'
    'Yes. If only I'd been the son he really wanted. I used to enjoy it. Quality time with my dad. University and Trey put a stop to all that, though.'
    'You ought to go again. Your mum would sit, wouldn't she? Your dad might like to get out of the house.'
    'I doubt it. I think his arse is stuck to the sofa. That's part of my past now. I'm not interested anymore. Trey is my focus.'
    'These lessons aren't that expensive, though. Can Auntie Cam pay for him to go?' I stare at the picture of the Instructor, Leo Coleman. Dark chocolate skin, shaved hair, muscles on muscles. 'Fuck me. I think I'll have lessons.'
    Beth pushes the paper away. 'I'm sure Dylan would have an opinion on that. Thank you for the offer of lessons for Trey but I have enough to juggle each week as it is, without trips to Rother Valley.'
    'Fair enough.'
    I glance at my friend and think about everything she has to do. All the responsibilities she has as a single mum. There's been no significant other and while I understand her reluctance, with Trey's dad being a total loser bastard, it’s a shame she can't have some hot loving to make her days sweeter.
    Beth tilts her head at me. 'I'm off to play with Trey in the ball pool… you're giving me that look.'
    'What look?'
    'The everything can be solved by the love of a good man look. I'm glad you're loved up with Dylan, but seriously, I'm okay as I am. Go greet your customers and give them your lovesick face instead, it's making me want to bring my coffee back up.'
    I blow her a kiss.
    Though I’m busy with work, my mind constantly drifts off to wonder what my mum is doing at Center Parcs. I don't like to think of her there by herself with limited cash. I'd sub her some money but I think it's better she runs out and has to come home. She’s so stubborn. I wonder how much money she has on her? Knowing my mum, she'll be reading a survival guide and working out what to go forage in the woodland. It'll be pigeon pie for tea.
    My phone beeps. It's Dylan.
    My dick is a heat-seeking missile. Expected time of entry to Planet Camille?
    I text back.
    I'll be home for seven. Prepare for launch.
     
     

Chapter Six
     
    Tim
     
     
    Going to sleep in an empty bed and then waking up alone the next morning isn't a strange thing for me. I've always let Dora go off on minibreaks with her sister, Miranda, and so for one or two nights it's quite normal. Usually, I'd ask our Tyler if he wants to go down the pub for a game of snooker and a few pints. This time, though, I'm in the house alone, Ty having moved out a couple of months ago. I painted the kids’ rooms after they'd left as directed by Dora and now they are both spare rooms. She wanted them that way in case Cam or Ty stayed over. Something they've never done and are never likely to do.
    The alarm goes off on this Monday morning and I sigh as I consider having to throw off the duvet when I’m comfortable and warm. I wonder what Dora will be doing while I earn. Bloody enjoying herself with our savings, earned by myself as the full-timer. Do you know what? Fuck it. I'm not going. I switch the alarm forward to eight-thirty and fall back to sleep.
    When the alarm goes off, I call work and tell them I've got Dora's virus and can't make it in. After a period of thinking, ranging from anger towards my common-law wife and daydreaming of a bachelor pad, I finally get up, get some breakfast and then set to work. I get the loft ladders down because while the cats away...
    By early afternoon, I’m admiring my old hi-fi equipment, my record player and vinyl that had been consigned to gather dust in the eaves by Dora. They are out of their boxes and in the second bedroom. This room is on the no-neighbours side of our semi-detached and is now my music room. There's no wife to stop me and I'm making this my own. I remove the vases and other ornaments from the shelves and get out my screwdrivers. A few adjustments and the shelves fit my vinyl on