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Wednesday, 7 November 2012

Parallel Lives Chapter 15

Jack’s demeanour was much more muted than Dr Sam Jackson’s, his head pounding with a pain that caused his stomach to churn. Not that there was a great deal left in his stomach to churn, suggested Karen unsympathetically. She had been surprised to find Jack wasn’t home when she had been dropped off by her father, and had considered asking him to take her back to his house. However the kids were dead beat, so she had decided to stay. At around midnight the sound of Jack falling through the front door aperture, followed by rapid, exiting footsteps on the front path awoke her from a deep sleep. Jack was fully in slumber within minutes of arriving ignominiously, the children within a quarter of an hour. Karen had a full hour’s worth of cleaning up before the luxury of returning to her sleep presented itself. If nature’s response to excessive alcohol is to suppress memory, marriage’s counter is to revive it with repetitive descriptive narrative and foul smelling examples retrieved from the bin, thrust under the nose of the forgetter.
Alan was clearly a bigger drinker than Jack, and all of the warning signs had been missed. Instead, Jack’s bravado had overwhelmed his common sense, allowing him to try and match the pace of a man used to consuming ten pints a night as a routine. Jack was in no doubt that the man that had half carried him home before backtracking to his own residence would be as sprightly as a ten year old this morning, possibly lamenting the slow pace of the night before.
He would soon find out, he thought, as he remembered agreeing to meet Alan at the office to review further the maintenance records, to try and firm up the evidence against John. Both men agreed that the notebook, damning in principle, was circumstantial in law; a curious document that suggested prior knowledge but proved nothing. They would need to find out more about the man before approaching ‘the authorities’, as Alan insisted on saying, presumably meaning the police. Their conversation and reasoning had faltered as the evening had progressed, and they had both ended up rambling nonsense to each other by the time last orders had been imposed.
Pushing his barely touched breakfast away, Jack rose from the table and rushed back upstairs to the bathroom.


Copyright Ray Sullivan 2011

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