The Man Who Died Twice (Thursday Murder Club, #2)

by Richard Osman

Ron stands and stretches. “I’m just going to nip down to the shop. Ibrahim, would you like an ice cream?” “No, thank you, Ron,” says Ibrahim. “No one wants an ice cream, righty-ho,” says Ron, and turns to go. Kendrick clamps his lips together and lets out a small noise. Ron turns back. “You all right there, Kendrick?” Kendrick keeps his lips together and murmurs an uncertain “mmm hmm.” “Nothing you want? Some eggs? Washing-up brush? Toilet cleaner? Sardines?” Kendrick shakes his head. “You sure? I’m going to the shop anyway. Bottle of whisky? A cabbage? I can get you a cabbage, if you want?” Kendrick looks down. “No, thank you, Grandad.” Ron smiles and picks his grandson up. “Maybe an ice cream, though?” Kendrick looks at him. “Really?” “You’re on holiday, Kenny. It ain’t a holiday without an ice cream.” “Were you just teasing?” “I was just teasing.”