There was a small supermarket near the Travelodge where he could buy some
toiletries and basic underwear, and although he didn’t feel hungry now, he
could always order in some takeaway.
A stout
middle-aged woman stood up beside him as the bus braked to a halt at his stop.
To Patrick’s surprise, she patted him on the shoulder.
“Couldn’t help
hearing your call, love,” she said. “And the fact you got on at the stop by the
hospital. Hope your son’s well again soon.”
Patrick managed
a wry smile. He was touched that a stranger cared enough to reassure him.
But... son?
Great.
Could I feel
any older?DOUBLE SCOOP – 4
Patrick slept in
past ten o’clock. He bloody slept in! It must have been delayed shock of some
kind, because he hadn’t slept that long for ages, even though the mattress on
his hotel bed was much softer than he was used to. But it meant he had to
scramble to get washed and dressed in the new maroon polo shirt and jeans he’d