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‘You are such a cheat!’
‘I am not. You’re just a sore loser.’
‘You said he didn’t have glasses.’
‘No. I said he did have glasses.’
‘If you’d said that, why did I flip over all the faces that don’t have glasses?’
‘What goes on in that brain of yours is for better men than me to explain. But the end result is that you lose. Again.’
‘Only because you cheated.’
‘Hand it over.’
‘No.’
‘Don’t make me come and get it.’
‘You wouldn’t dare.’
He gave me a look that, even in my groggy state, told me he’d do exactly that, so I reached over and gave him the last square of chocolate. He took it, popped it in his mouth and began making noises of enjoyment. ‘Mmm, so good.’
‘Oh, shut up,’ I said, swiping at him with a cushion and by pure luck scoring a direct hit.
‘Hey, it’s not my fault you’re terrible at Guess Who?.’
‘You’re clearly a ringer. And a cheat. A ringing cheat.’
He tipped the game boards so all the little faces were down and put them back in the box. ‘You need to get some rest.’
‘I’m not tired.’
‘Tell that to your eyes. They can hardly stay open. And the next set of pills will be kicking in soon. That will help. How’s the leg?’
I gave a shrug. ‘Hurts a bit.’
‘By a bit, do you mean a lot?’
‘That too.’
‘Thought so. Come on, scoot down.’
‘I need to clean my teeth.’
‘God won’t mind one night.’
‘God won’t wake up with fish breath. I will.’
‘Good point. Come on, then.’ He helped guide me to the bathroom, supporting my weight on the injured side, and sat me down on the closed toilet seat, leaving me to do my ablutions. When I was done, we did the return journey and he held the duvet up as I crawled under and flopped down.
‘Comfy?’ he asked, fluffing the pillows again and straightening the covers.
‘You’re good at this,’ I replied quietly.
‘What’s that now?’
