Page 147 of The Man Upstairs


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How ironic. Mum going for a big age gap herself…

Maybe, one day, she’d begin to see the strengths in mine.

“I’m sorry,” I said to Jay, and put my hand on his shoulder. “I know things must be hell for you.”

“So you’re sorry for me now?”

“I’ve always been sorry for you.”

“Wasn’t quite what I was imagining when I sprayed your car with a dick.”

“I’m sure I can forgive you.”

“I hope the prick you’re with doesn’t.”

“I think you’d be surprised. He’s not quite like you think he is.”

“Whatever.”

It was the same kind of crap as always, but I didn’t flare up, or walk away. I just sat there with him. It took him a few minutes to break the silence.

“I don’t know why you haven’t fucked off yet.”

“Because I care about you.”

“Despite the fact I hate your boyfriend and sprayed your car?”

“And threatened to kill me?” I added. “Yep.”

He laughed a sad laugh. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Sorry I told you about your mum, if you didn’t know.”

“That’s ok. I’m glad you did. Tom’s nice.”

“Yeah, he seems it. Better than my dad.”

I pushed my glasses up my nose to get them straight, and looked at him fresh.

“Wow, that’s quite something.”

“It’s true, though. We all know it. I just didn’t want to believe it.”

“You still don’t, I’m sure.”

“Nah, but there’s only so long you can lie to yourself before you know it’s bollocks, isn’t there?”

“I’m sorry, Jay.”

I saw him choke tears back, kicking at a stone on the ground. “Your mum isn’t a piece of shit, though, so I hope you make up with her. She deserves it.”

So did I. It hit me then, how Mum was moving on. I just wished I could be a part of it.

“You should go now,” Jay said. “I’m sure you’ve got sick prick waiting for you.”

“Sick prick? That’s got a ring to it.”

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