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Good afternoon, snippetteers! I hope everyone had a good week. My back’s in the process of being sorted, but that means I’m under instructions not to sit for too long at a time. Ah well, going for walks in the rain builds character, right?
On a fabulously positive note, though, my living room has music again after nine months of mess! Steve wired up the speakers this morning and now I’m crashed out on the sofa with tea and the laptop, listening to Monteverdi’s Vespers as I write. And every so often I get up and do a bit of ironing to keep my back moving. My Saturday ritual is back in place and all is right with the world!
I’m still snipping from Sound Judgement, a dystopian / near future story of England after six years of anarchy. We’ve met Sweeper Ace Ian Rathbone, who’s decidedly unhappy with his life choices, and his new work partner Patrick McGowan, who does his best to help him without revealing that he finds Ian rather appealing.
In today’s snip, Ian is returning the favour – in typical Ian style.
If Patrick has one issue, it’s his reluctance to argue with the rather dictatorial head of the Sweepers. Ian has caught on, and extricates Patrick from his predicament.
From Sound Judgement
“You’re just back from Tarfield,” Galahad shot a disapproving look at Ian. “Both of you.”
“So? We’re fine. Tarfield was three days of picking through rubble. And we’re only heading down to Streatham.”
“You’re used to back-to-back missions, Ian. Patrick isn’t. I was suggesting that he directs you from here.”
“What?” Ian turned to his partner. “Why would you want to do that?”
Patrick squirmed under the undeserved accusation. “I don’t,” he blurted, almost tripping over the words in his haste to get them out.
“Good. Then get your arse in gear or Fish will decide he wants to drive. It’s too early for that. Come on, come on.” Ian shooed him out of the door and down the stairs. “What the fuck, McGowan? He’d almost convinced you to sit your arse home. What happened to having your partner’s back?”