♠ Behind blue eyes ♠

Noddy turned to look deep into Janine’s icy blue eyes. “Girlfriend…”

The second slap was more effective, nearly knocking him off his barstool.

“How could you? What were you thinking?”

They were both too stunned to answer.

“You’re lucky Dirk didn’t call the police. You’re lucky you weren’t shot. How could you?”

Noddy slid off the barstool, partly to move closer to Janine but mainly to brace himself in case she wasn’t finished yet. “We’re okay, Girlfriend. It’s alright. But how are you doing? Are you sick?”

Janine gave him the look she reserved for TV evangelists caught in flagrante delicto.

“Don’t change the subject. What happens when Mick hears about this? I’ll have to go visit him now, see if I can smooth this over somehow.”

“What? No. Stay away from him. I’ll work something out.”

Janine’s look hadn’t changed. “How? What can you possibly work out? There’s no reasoning with him, not now, after what just happened. I might be the only person who can get through to him.”

Noddy stepped closer, but she put her hands up to push him away. “Come on, Girlfriend. Let’s get away. The three of us. We’ll hitchhike down to Durban, find somewhere to stay. Or we’ll sleep on the beach, like we did last time.”

Janine flashed a look at Morag. “That’s not going to happen. Not now. You need to grow up, Noddy. It’s time. You need to start taking responsibility for your life.” She took a deep breath. “And others.”

Noddy and Morag looked at one another.

“That’s right. You’re going to be a father.”

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