Christmas. I knew weâd find a use for it somehow.â
âStephan and Giorgio? Nice to know youâre all on first name termsâ
âNow donât get jealous. Theyâre not a bad lot really. Stephan wants to be an actor but apart from that he seems okay.â
âTheyâre not a bad lot really? What, as psychopathic killers and kidnappers go?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âWell, they have kidnapped you, havenât they? Or are you just off on some kind of New Age retreat? Purging yourself by sticking corkscrews up each otherâs bumholes?â
âIt wasnât in his bumhole; it was in the fleshy bit.â
(âWhat is being bumhole please,â I heard a voice ask in the background.)
âWell excuse me, I stand corrected. Oh and did they mention? They want me to off someone for them.â
âOff someone?â
âKill them. Dead. Shoot them.â
That made her pause briefly. âNo,â she said eventually. âYouâre making it up.â
âI assure you Iâm not.â
âDonât be so bloody silly. Have you been watching The Godfather again? And who the hell would trust you to kill somebody and get it right? Youâre more likely to kill yourself.â
I took offence at that and was about to argue when I realised that:
(1) As usual, she was absolutely right. Given how many near-death (or near-really sore) experiences I had had in the last twenty-four hours, I could hardly criticise her judgement.
And
(2) It was probably better not to panic her, as God only knew what damage sheâd do if she thought I was telling the truth.
âNever mind why,â I said instead, trying not to sound too huffy. âThey just are. Thatâs why theyâre holding you, Anna. To make sure I go through with some stuff they want me to do.â
âI think youâve got it muddled up, as usual. Typical of you, you always just see what suits you and lie to the rest of us to cover up how stupid you can be. They said you stole some money of theirs, you gormless effing tosspot, and they want it back.â
âLook, just let me explainâ Iâ Oh, whatever. But listen, they said they had my child. Our child. What child is this? Who the hell have they picked up with you? And could you please make sure theyâre not in the room with all that bad language.â
I had to hold the phone away from my ear for a few moments and then managed to slip in, âWhose is the child, Anna?â
â Our child, shit-for-brains. Iâm pregnant!â
That stopped me. Briefly.
âWhat! What do you mean? Oh my God. You never even told me.â I was hyperventilating now, about to faint. Sam was looking a bit concerned over by the window, but he quickly shrugged it off and went back to watching out for the pizzas. âThis changes everything. How could you not tell me?â
âWhat do you mean it changes everything? You mean you wouldnât bother if it was just me being abducted by this bunch of rejects from Allo, Allo ?â
I couldnât think of an answer for that, so I pretended the reception was bad and hissed down the phone, to more bemused stares from Sam.
âHow long have you known?â I eventually said.
âI only knew for certain about a week ago. I wasnât sure how I felt about it.â
âAbout what? About the baby?â
âNo, about telling you. I knew youâd overreact. Or over-act .â
âWhat, you can tell Giorgio and Stephan and their gang of armed kidnappers but you canât tell your own husband?â
âYou are jealous, arenât you?â she said in that superior, I-knew-you-fancied-me-really sort of way that she has when sheâs feeling flirty. âWell to be honest they were a lot calmer than you usually are, so I thought Iâd test it out on them first. So, what do you think?â
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