“Winner out of five games,” he says. “Ten quid. Except that gambling’s bad,” he adds, flinching when Gemma kicks him again. “So no money. Winner plays you for the trophy and loser of that has to clean up.” “Mam says I don’t have to clean up because it’s my birthday.” “So it’s a win-win for you. Gemma, get your butt in here. Show the birthday boy what you’re made of.”
