Was John aware that around him the anxious became more anxious, the garrulous more garrulous and the cranky crankier?
At Brian’s birthday lunch, John had insisted on a group photograph, then, pulled a duck face behind Brian’s head. Esther, the designated photographer had rolled her eyes and said “really John?”
John smirked and said ”sowwy” in a baby voice. Soon after, the party wound down
On the way home, Phillip asked Maryanne if John had always been like that.
“Dunno, he my ickle bruvva.”
Phillip tried, he did, but he couldn’t un-hear this. Disappointing.
Back to Tinder.