Chapter 123

• I was like a bear with a sore head in the morning. The kitchen was going into the apartment below Alex’s and the fitter was making pretty free with the angle grinder for eight a.m., which just added to my terrible mood. Alex was in the kitchen making toast at the counter when I got in there, but I didn’t scurry out again. Now was as good a time as any to face him.
• “Your dad called me,” he said, without turning around.
• “Good morning to you too,” I snapped.