The Satsuma Complex (Gary Thorn, #1)

by Bob Mortimer

He talks non-stop and uses laughter as a form of punctuation.

dropped the thought onto the floor like a used bus ticket.

As a general rule, I like to eat pie on my own. No distractions. No etiquette. Just me and my pie, in perfect harmony.

I laugh heartily but it strikes me that the laugh was born in a sad pouch somewhere inside me. I’m not being natural. I just want him to like me. I want everyone to like me.

We led our lives inside a huge warm watermelon never questioning whether it was for the best out of fear of what the answer might be.