“Do ye know what to do, if ye really want to get yer own back?” He paused. So like a man, she thought, to have an opinion on everything. “What?” “It’s quite easy. Ye should just get the fuck on with it.” He slapped his hands and threw them open in a wide tah-dah gesture. “Get on wi’ yer fuckin’ life. Have a great life. Ah promise that nothing would piss the pig-faced baldy bastard off more. Guar-rant-teed.”
