Throw Him Away and Get a New One

Satisfied he’d shaken his tail, he stood in the doorway of a fish shop, caught his breath and took out his phone. He rang home.

The phone was answered after three rings. “Yes?” It was Tony’s voice.

Through gritted teeth, Angus said, “I’d like to talk to Hilary.”

“She’s not here at the moment. May I ask who’s calling?”

“Her husband.”

“You know you’re not meant to phone here, don’t you? I won’t report you this time, but you really mustn’t do it again.”





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