“What, like you actuallyworkedthis morning?”
“I’m just tired.”
“Your head is somewhere else.”
“Maybe…”
Jamie sits down next to me, looking like someone who can’t wait to start digging around in your life and give you some wise old pieces of advice that seem to work for everyone but him.
“Problems at home? Is it your dad?”
“That’s all fine, more or less. He’s just started physiotherapy for his knee, and that’s already something.”
“Who’s the physio?” he asks. But his question seems pointless, as if he already knows the answer.
“A physio that Martin recommended to us, she works in the hospital with him.”
“Ah, Ryan’s favourite little doctor.”
I laugh. “Yep, him.”
“How come you didn’t use one of the physios from the centre here? We have the best of the best, and you know they’d have done it for you.”
“Dad didn’t want a stranger in the house, and he already knows this girl.”
“Interesting…”
“It’s an old friend.”
“Whose friend?”
“Everyone’s.”
“That sounds really bad, mate.”
I suddenly jump up without realising.
“Oh… Okay, now I get it.”
“What? No!”
“One of your old flames?”
“I never said that.”
“A fuck buddy?”
“Jesus, no!”
“So it must’ve been someone important.”
“It was nothing.”
“To you? Or to both of you?”
“She’s never told me otherwise.”
“But she’s a woman. And you’re…you.”
