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THERE WASN’T MUCH to Brook Cove. A river that poured into a small harbour, a handful of fishermen’s cottages and a café selling cream teas.

It was pretty in summer, but when autumn came the valley was dipped in shadow. The café was closed and the cottages empty.

It was a lonely place, but it suited Goofy. He lived above the café in a studio flat, with a kitchen at one end, a sofa-bed at the other and a separate bathroom.

Jake climbed up the steps to the flat, knocked and walked in. The place was a mess, with beer cans on the floor and pizza boxes and surf mags on the table. Three knackered surfboards leant against the wall.

Goofy was asleep on the sofa, fully dressed but, weirdly, holding a mug of tea.

‘Bit late for sleeping,’ said Jake.

Goofy opened an eye. ‘Been for a dawny surf, haven’t I? Catching up on the zeds.’ He glanced down at his mug. ‘This is cold, man. Get a fresh brew on.’

Jake walked to the kitchen end of the flat and got busy rinsing mugs and boiling the kettle.

‘You come about the money?’ said Goofy.

‘Yeah. Need to get that Hawaii ticket sorted. Listen, mate –’ he turned to look at Goofy straight – ‘I’m sorry about this. I wouldn’t if I wasn’t desperate. I’ve had to help Mum out. More than I thought.’

Goofy picked up a pizza crust and threw it at Jake.

‘Shut up, you daft twat,’ he said. ‘You helped me settle ’ere when I had nothing.’

Goofy had arrived in Cornwall with nothing. Less.

‘How come you turned up here in the first place?’ said Jake. ‘You were in a bit of a state.’

Goofy sighed. ‘Running away from shit, like always.’

‘What?’

‘Never mind. I’m here now, aren’t I? And rich enough to lend you money. I’m due some dosh from Lancaster.’

Jake shook his head as he poured boiling water into the mugs. If Hannah’s dad knew he was helping fund Jake’s trip to Hawaii …

‘Soon as you get work you can pay me back. Electric transfer or whathavya. Small problem, though …’ Goofy let the words hang.

Jake brought the tea over and sat down. ‘Problem?’ he said.

Goofy stared at his mug, chewing his lip. He looked embarrassed, which was a first.

‘I can only go three hundred. Not seven, like.’

‘What? Three hundred? You’re bloody kidding?’ Jake felt bad as soon as he’d said the words. He wished he could push them back in his stupid mouth. But in one second he’d seen Hawaii evaporate, like steam from his mug of tea. ‘Shit.’ He put his head in his hands.

‘All I can do, mate,’ said Goofy, getting off the sofa, holding his hands up. ‘I am so, so sorry, man. Lancaster owes me loads for bits and bobs, but he takes ages to pay.’

‘Yeah,’ said Jake. ‘Three hundred’s huge. Massive. I’ll find the rest. Somehow.’

‘Not being funny, like,’ said Goofy. ‘But you have had all summer to save, Jakey. Just saying.’

‘Yeah, right.’ He stared at the floor, wanting to lie down, and never get up again. He could barely speak; he felt like crying. ‘I’m not … stupid, Goofy. I did have some saved. Thing is …’ He sighed heavily. ‘Like I say, I’ve had to help Mum. She’s got debts. She couldn’t make the rent. I didn’t have a choice. That’s why I needed to borrow. She’s in a bad way. I need to get her sorted before I go.’

‘Oh, I see. Look, chin up, mate. I’m still here for your mum – you know I am. And there’s a while yet. We’ll figure something out. Together. Yes?’

‘Okay,’ Jake whispered.

‘I said, yes?’

Jake looked up. ‘All right. Yeah, there’s a bit of time, isn’t there?’ But there wasn’t. Not really.

‘Come o’er here,’ said Goofy, waving him towards the window. ‘See those clouds? There’s a storm coming.’

They went and sat, looking out of the bay window at the sea and sky. Goofy rolled a cigarette and talked about the storm, about the wave-fest headed their way. But Jake didn’t hear.

He was already going to be living off Hannah till he got work. How could he tell her he couldn’t even buy his ticket? He imagined her saying it was okay, saying they’d Skype every day. That they’d make it work till she got back.

Yeah, right.

‘How come Lancaster won’t front you, anyway?’ said Goofy. ‘I mean, you are boning his daughter.’

‘Watch your mouth, cheeky bastard. Anyway, that’s exactly why.’

‘He could pay,’ said Goofy. ‘Seriously. Easy. Make his daughter happy.’

‘I wouldn’t take his money.’

‘Why not? The guy’s made a wad with that fleet, breaking the backs of honest fishermen. And renting out cottages to tourists. He’s got himself to a place where he can literally do what he wants. A better hotel in the Caribbean, another frock for the missus. You’re a better use of the cash if you ask me. His life? It’s all one big straitjacket.’ Goofy tapped his head. ‘How does his brain work? I’ve seen him down his boathouse. He pays people to mow his lawn, but there he is, on a Saturday, painting an already-white fence even whiter. Fucking nuts if you ask me. Done all right with his missus, though. See where Hannah gets the looks from. I would, you know. I definitely would.’

‘That’s my girlfriend’s mum, you sicko.’

‘Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.’

‘I haven’t thought about it.’

‘You have now, though. You won’t be able to stop thinking about it, next time you’re with Hannah … ouch!’ Goofy winced from the jab in the ribs Jake gave him.

‘You are twisted,’ Jake said. He was laughing, though. He couldn’t help himself.

‘I’m sure her mum’ll give you the money, for a special payment.’ He winked and rocked his hips.

‘Shut up!’ said Jake.

‘See. You’re laughing. Better already. Fancy a can?’

‘Bit early.’

‘Too late for sleeping, too early for beer. You want to be careful with these rules, Jake. You’ll end up like Lancaster.’

‘No chance of that,’ said Jake.

Goofy went and got a beer. Jake slurped his tea. They watched the distant wall of cloud out to sea. Jake sank into arms-folded silence.

‘A storm like this churns everything up,’ said Goofy, clearly trying to change the subject. ‘All sorts come out the water. I seen it back ’ome in Wales too. Old wrecks, dead dolphins. A live one once. You’d be amazed what I’ve found down coves. A crate of beer. A life jacket. A container full of top trainers, once. Offerings from the sea gods, like.’

‘Where was that, then?’

‘Oh, you know, various surf spots.’

‘No. Where was “back home?”’

‘Here. There. Moved around a bit, I did.’

That was Goofy. Dodging the question like always. Jake knew better than to push it.

‘Look at that storm brewing,’ said Goofy, pointing to sea.

Jake loved an autumn storm. The best surf all year. But he couldn’t feel hunger for it now. He was gutted, too worried about not getting on that plane.

‘You gonna surf it tomorrow?’ said Goofy.

‘Maybe.’ He doubted it. He needed to talk to Hannah. He’d arrange to meet. He’d break the news.

Unless he could find a way to get the money.