Heading Inland. Nicola Barker

      ‘None of your fucking business.’

      Trevor’s eyebrows rose and he returned to his meal.

      ‘I want to do the decent thing,’ Wesley said. ‘You know? And sometimes that’ll get you into all kinds of grief.’

      Trevor didn’t say anything.

      ‘Watch this.’

      Trevor looked up. Wesley had hold of one of the meat pies. He opened his mouth as wide as he could and then pushed the pie in whole. Every last crumb. Trevor snorted. He couldn’t help it. Once Wesley had swallowed the pie he asked Jean – the woman who served part-time behind the counter – for a straw. When she gave him one, he drank a whole mug of tea through it up his left nostril.

      Trevor roared with laughter. He was definitely impressed.