Chapter 62
“Still no luck finding anywhere?” June was well-connected to the office bush telegraph.
“No, not really. Most of my mates either don’t have room, or I can’t stand their other halves, or they live in pig sties.”
June laughed. “I’d offer you our spare room, but our Sammy and Gail often come to stay at weekends.” June was proud of her two grand-daughters and lost no opportunity to tell people about them at great length.
Fearing she was about to launch herself into a monologue about their latest exploits, Paul intervened. “Have you read this rubbish?”
“I typed it.”
“Oh, sorry.”
She smiled. Paul knew he hadn’t offended her.
“Why don’t you take Trevor up on his offer?” June was adept at going straight for the jugular.
“Well, uh. I turned him down yesterday, it, uh, wouldn’t sound right me asking him now.”
June waved away his protests. “He’d be glad to put you up. Though he hides it well, I know he’s ratherlonely. I was only telling our Jill the other—”