"Gettin' by, gettin' by," Chas sighed. "She's away with Geraldine an' Trish for a fortnight. Left a list longer'n my arm of stuff she wants done 'round the place by the time she gets home." He glanced sidelong at Kit. "So, you're ah, still in Belfast? Illustratin' an' all that?" He didn't want to pry, but he couldn't help but wonder if she'd found herself a new bloke. Hard to imagine she hadn't, a lady like Kit. But if she was back here, looking for John...
Well, none of his business really. Like as not whatever happened would get back to him eventually, any road. John might've found himself a new pack of weirdo mates up at the spooky ol' Manor house, but he was still a semi-regular down the pub.
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Date: 2007-01-17 03:27 am (UTC)Well, none of his business really. Like as not whatever happened would get back to him eventually, any road. John might've found himself a new pack of weirdo mates up at the spooky ol' Manor house, but he was still a semi-regular down the pub.