“Don’t stick your head above the wall,” Custard said. “I’ve had enough.” She was wearing a pink halter neck top, a short mini-skirt and had tried to style her hair, with limited success.
“It’s a bit stinky down here.” I was not impressed. “I don’t think Mrs Key is quite as thorough in her cleaning as my mother.” I paused and the wave of rotting rubbish wafted over us, “And your mam is definitely calling you.”
“I’m not here. She’ll get fed up soon. She never sticks at anything.” Custard said.
But Janet, Custard’s mother, didn’t stop calling and I wondered just how long I could endure the stink of the drains and the slightly sour smell of Custard’s unwashed body. We were a bit too close for comfort.
We’d been sat down that alley for a good 30 minutes already. I hoped, against hope, that Mrs Key didn’t pop…
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