Page 122 of To Hell With It
‘Finished what, though? No one has been here, apart from Niall, and everything is switched off.’
I kept my eyes on the cooker nobs.
‘No one has used the cooker since you last checked so you don’t need to do that.’
‘Please don’t,’ I said. ‘It’s worse if you try and intervene. I just want to get this done because I’m knackered and it’s always more intense when I’m tired.’
‘Could it get any more intense?’
‘Yes.’
‘What more do you need to do?’
‘Just the woodlice.’
‘Let me check them on my way out.’
‘No way.’
‘Why not?’
‘I want to do it.’
‘Did you miss them?’ Una asked sarcastically.
‘I did as a matter of fact.’
‘What if one has died?’
‘What do you mean?’
‘What if there are eleven not twelve?’
‘That’s nature.’
‘I don’t get it.’ Una shook her head.
‘What?’
‘I don’t get how you can be so relaxed and casual but at the same time so obsessive about things?’
‘You don’t have to get it,’ I said to my best friend. ‘Thank you for picking me up and bringing me home.’
‘I still can’t believe you went to New Zealand.’
‘Me neither.’
‘It’s so weird.’
‘I know.’
‘Do you want to meet for lunch tomorrow?’
‘In the graveyard?’
‘Where else?’
‘See you there.’
