Page 62 of Good Girl, Bad Blood
Pip:
A child? Whose child?
George:
Don’t know, I just heard the word. And then Jamie looked up and we accidentally made eye contact and he must have realized I was listening in. So then, still on the phone, he started walking away from the house, down the street, and the last thing I heard him say was something like: “I don’t think I can do it.”
Pip:
Which direction was he going?
George:
Pretty sure he went right, heading towards the high street.
