Me: Dave is sitting on the small round table in the living room dressed in a curtain.
Nell: Don’t be silly.
Me: He looks like a Roman god.
Nell: David is not dressed in a curtain. He is merely sitting on it.
Me: Why?
Nell: Because it’s more comfortable.
Me: Why is he on the table?
Nell: He can get a better view of the gate.
Me: Is he expecting someone?
Nell: Yes. Tony. He is due back from his week off.
Me: Oh, I see. He’s never climbed on to the table before.
Nell: No. I was a little surprised myself.
Me: My darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy. So handsome.
Nell: Yes. David has classic Labrador good looks.
Me: So do you.
Nell: Do you want something?
Me: Not really.
Nell: Are you sure?
Me: I was just wondering if you can really trust Terry.
Nell: Terry from Book a Beefy?
Me: Yes. You are always booking him, Nell.
Nell: Terry is an excellent courier. Polite, respectful and willing to go the extra mile.
Me: But he’s still a Beefy.
Nell: That’s not his fault.
Me: It sort of is. He could have stayed a normal seagull but he joined the Beefies.
Nell: His father gave him no choice.
Me: How do you know that?
Nell: We were discussing families and he told me he was forced to join the gang.
Me: How do you know he is telling the truth?
Nell: Because I know his father.
Me: You do?
Nell: It’s Stephen Seagull.
Me: The evil head of the Beefies?
Nell: Yes.
Me: So Terry is Susan’s half brother?
Nell: He is.
Me: And Malcolm’s brother-in-law?
Nell: I suppose he is.
Me: Do they know?
Nell: Not yet.
Me: You have to tell them, Nell. Sorry.
