Page 106 of The Making of Jonty Bloom
“Is that all?”
“You want the list of everything I won’t eat? Why don’t you tell me what you’re going to cook and I can tell you if I’ll eat it?”
“Florentine tripe?”
“No.”
“Brain masala?”
“No. Is that a real thing?”
Jonty smiled. “Brawn on toast?”
“What’s that? No don’t tell me. I’m not going to like it.”
“You should know in case you’re ever offered it. An economical dish made from all the bits of meat that can be salvaged from a pig’s head. The trotters are used to make it set into a jelly. Even Marcus thinks that’s revolting and he cooks with offal a lot.”
Devan pressed his lips together and swallowed hard. “Pizza.”
“How about fettucine alfredo?”
“Does that contain the remains of Alfred?”
Jonty’s laugh made Devan smile.
They were still laughing and smiling as they left the supermarket, right until Jonty froze as they were loading the car.
“Oh God, itwasBrad,” Jonty whispered.
“Where is he?”
“Walking this way.”
“Get in the car.”
Jonty frowned. “No.”
“Then keep putting the groceries in the boot.” Devan looked around and saw the guy heading in their direction.
“Can I have a word, Jonty?” Brad called.
“Leave him the fuck alone,” Devan said quietly.
“Shut up, you wanker. Jonty? Come here. I want to talk to you.”
Devan’s heart was beating faster. “Go away or I’ll call the police.”
Brad shrugged. “I’m doing nothing wrong. I want a word with Jonty.”
Devan heard Jonty slam the boot behind him. “Get in the car, Jonty.”
Brad laughed. “Be a good little boy and do as you’re told.” He mimicked Devan’s voice. “Just like he did for me.” He took a step closer so he was right in Devan’s face. Devan held his ground.
“Go back to where you came from,” Brad snarled.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Then you might be having a little accident,” Brad whispered.
