Chapter 3
The man’s smile increased. “Sure, mate, not a problem.”
After agreeing a price, I realised I’d actually committed myself, we walked the ten minutes or so to my place.
Although the temperatures were about average for early September, I thought a thin T-shirt didn’t afford adequate protection, but that I guess was his business.
Conversation was a little forced on my part. We exchanged names, and he said I could call him Jim. I doubted if that was his real name, but that was his business.
We eventually arrived at my house. I unlocked the front door and ushered him in.
The front door opened into the main room.
“First things first,” I said, getting out my money and paying Jim. I guessed it was usual to deal with such things at the beginning.
“Thanks.” Jim tucked the notes into his front jeans pocket.
“Want a drink?” I offered beer, sherry. I could have kicked myself for that last. It seemed, well, inappropriate somehow.
“Do you have anything soft?”
“Diet Coke?”