Chapter 68
Chapter 3
“Don’t you two look domestic?”
“Huh?” Paul said, halting his progress down the supermarket aisle.
Over the past month, he’d effortlessly fallen into the routine of doing the weekly supermarket shop with Trevor on a Thursday evening. Trevor didn’t have a car, so it seemed the right thing to offer his services. Trevor had steadfastly refused to accept any money for putting him up. Paul had argued, but Trevor had remained resolute. The only concession Paul could wring out of his five foot seven house-mate was that he be allowed to pay for the groceries.
“Didn’t think you knew what the inside of a supermarket looked like,” June said, taking an interest in the items in Paul and Trevor’s trolley.
“What? How did you think I ate when I was still living at my place?”
“Takeaways.” June’s gaze locked on a box of fish fingers.