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By this point, I think Iout of my ears

“Take a leaf out of ates, ask Saint Peter if you can co to because, when I co list of people I plan to shit on”

“June, you crack h

“I think it er in an order to about-turn

“And Griffin?” I ask, instantly regretting it

“The bathrooht toas all that He can’t have needed that woman to help him hold it Don’t pull that face,” she warns suddenly “Grind your teeth, and you’ll end up with dentures like me”

“Thank you, June” My words sound surprisingly calm as I pivot on my heel

“So is rotten in the state of brotherhood” I hear her call

“Cool,” her pilot answers “A literary pun”

“It’s from Hamlet, aye?”

“Yep”

“Is that the one where the wife goes doolally?”

As I turn the corner, I hear no more

I find the kitchen and shortly afterwards, find the bathroo outside

“Come on!” An elderly man in a white dinner jacket knocks politely on the door “I need to shake the dew off the lily” He turns to the person next to hio out to the posh porta loos they have in the garden”

Portable loos She wouldn’t, would she?

I shake the ridiculousness from my head

“Have you been waiting long?” I find

“Long enough” The elderly man pulls a face

I step around hi myself level with the door

“Fuck, you’re such a dirty little bitch, aren’t you?”

If I’ party

“Yes! Yes!” coent

American, yes But Holland? I can’t quite tell

“You’re my dirty little bitch, aren’t you? Say it!”

“I’m your dirty little bitch!”

“Soood time,” the old man says