The Loser Takes It All 4
Well begun is half done.
I was awoken at 6:00 by a phone call from Sue. I was torn between cutting it off and answering, but I gritted my teeth. “Hello,” I said. “Feeling better after your drinking session?” she said, her voice dripping with opprobrium. “Yes, I’m as good as gold, thanks.” “Well, I’m not. You’re a thoughtless bastard sometimes, Des.” I bit my tongue. “I had a few scoops after a long, exhausting day, Sue. Even a horse gets a noseba...