‘Alright pal, how are you? How's your Dave?’
The bloke looks confused. ‘I’m Dave.’
‘Oh. I meant your son, what's he called? How's he?’
‘My son? My son's dead.’
‘Oh.’
A pause.
‘Died two months ago. Cancer.’
‘Right. Bloody hell.’ He thinks for a moment, somewhat angry he's been put upon like this. It's not his fault Dave’s son is dead. ‘He used to do my van up.’
‘Oh right.’
‘Did a good job.’
‘Right.’
‘Yeah. Anyway, cheers.’
Paddy Dobson
17th December 2023