Chapter 21
21
Sharon
How’s the job going?
Tyler
Good. Tiring, but keeps me busy. How’s the Slug? Ben ruined my kitchen yet?
Sharon
He’s doing well. We all miss you. Bill says his cottage pie isn’t a patch on yours. He’s threatening to organise a coach trip to London to come eat at your place at Christmas.
Tyler
Tell them to book it, be nice to see everyone.
Sharon
Aren’t you going to ask about her?
Tyler
I can’t. How is she?
Sharon
Okay.
Tyler
Only okay?
Sharon
Call her, she’ll tell you herself.
Tyler
She fired me, told me to leave. I did what she asked. Why only okay? Are her plans not coming together?
Sharon
Not for me to say.
Tyler
Shazza, I have Matt’s number now. We’ve talked. I will send him that video of the karaoke night when your boob popped out dancing to Shakira.
Sharon
Fuck. Hips don’t lie. And neither can I, it seems. She’s halfway there. One dream down, one to go.
Tyler
Say more. Going insane here.
Sharon
She’ll murder me.
Tyler
Sorry, just sending Matt a video.
Sharon
Fine! She has a final meeting at the bank tomorrow. The planning was accepted. When she murders me, don’t play that video at my funeral or I will come back to haunt you.
Tyler
Fuck. You said halfway. One down. Does that mean?
Sharon
Yep. Baby is a go-go.
Tyler
She’s really pregnant?
Sharon
Yep. Won’t talk about it. She’s not the same, Tyler. She’s not herself at all. Keeps saying she just needs to get through the bank appointment when I ask her what’s going on. She’s Mrs Sunshine at work, but most of us see right through it. Oh, and she keeps making Ben bake those cherry pastries you left the recipe for. Pretty sure it’s a craving. The kid will probably come out wrapped in pastry.
Tyler
Send me the details for the appointment.
Sharon
Finally. I’ll drop you a pin. Don’t wear flannel for God’s sake.
Tyler
I’ll have you know, my Cherry loves me in flannel.
Sharon
Barf. Good luck, lumberjack. Rooting for you, bud.