by Robert Hacker Jessett
The day finally arrived and Bob met Veronica at Clapham Junction.
Veronica was in dressed-down Jesus mode, the frills had gone and the duffle coat had made a comeback, but she was still wearing the hairclip with the 3 little love hearts.
They walked slowly back to the flat.
Bob had kicked Zak off the sofa and told him to make himself scarce for 24 hours, which he’d reluctantly agreed to do.
It being a Saturday, Greg would be DIY-ing at Nina’s, so Bob and Veronica would have the place to themselves.
‘Perfect groundwork,’ thought Bob, ‘that’s if Zak didn’t manage to fuck things up somehow.’