WHAT GOES AROUND

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DAVID J CHRISTOPHER. WHAT GOES AROUND

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty One

Part Two

Chapter Twenty Three

Chapter Twenty Four

Chapter Twenty Five

Chapter Twenty Six

Chapter Twenty Seven

Chapter Twenty Eight

Chapter Twenty Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty One

Chapter Thirty Two

Chapter Thirty Three

Chapter Thirty Four

Chapter Thirty Five

Chapter Thirty Six

Chapter Thirty Seven

Chapter Thirty Eight

Chapter Thirty Nine

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Low levels of lighting and no mirrors are distinct positives this morning. If I look half as bad as I feel, then reflection avoidance is the best policy. It wasn't so much last night that was to blame, more the preceding three days. What people often refer to as a "bender." I struggle to remember the details, but ouzo featured heavily and food not so much. It was my friend Agnon's fault. He owns the taverna on the other side of the bay. He was celebrating something or other, opening for the season or a new Godson or such like. He's Albanian, has lived in Greece for over thirty years, works like a trojan, and knows how to party. As I gradually rejoin the land of the living, I am aware that my right hand is throbbing painfully. A hazy memory returns. Some posh bloke telling me that I was the mirror image of Worzel Gummidge. He insisted on pulling up a picture to emphasise the point on his swanky telephone. Having done so he invited the others in his party to agree that the scarecrow character and I could have been separated at birth. He thought it was hysterical, and so did they. I failed to grasp the funny side at the time though in the cold light of day, the comparison is perhaps not entirely unfair. There was however something about the smarmy git that just hit a raw nerve. A memory is reforming in my mind of taking a swing at him.

I'm pretty certain I missed but from the sensation in my hand I must have struck something solid. Soon after that Agnon rowed me back across the bay, laughing the whole way before staying on for a couple of night caps. Well, I had to return his hospitality didn't I?

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Here we go I think, what will it be today. Putting up a shelf, wiring a plug, emergency sailing trip to the vet in Lefkas?

"Alright," I silently curse myself as I commit. "I'll be at Billy's around noon. I need to buy a few things from Fotis in the supermarket anyway. You can buy me a coffee. What is it anyway?"

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