Page 62 of Good Girl, Bad Blood

Pip:

A child? Whose child?

George:

Don’t know, I just heard the word. And then Jamie looked up and we accidentally made eye contact and he must have realized I was listening in. So then, still on the phone, he started walking away from the house, down the street, and the last thing I heard him say was something like: “I don’t think I can do it.”

Pip:

Which direction was he going?

George:

Pretty sure he went right, heading towards the high street.