Look I dunna do I? He
was always a soft-touch.
Who else would sit and
wait like that instead
of going home?
All I said was meet me
in the gun-nest by
the lighthouse. Course
there’s half a dozen. What’s
it to you?
He shouldn’t have ‘phoned —
he knew I’d ask. And
all I get is a nowhere
really nothing much
and maybe.
I decided to give
him a miss — o.k.?
The odds were
too dodgy. You know
what I mean.
