Let's just forget that for a second. Even if Brett has taken to sleeping in a coffin, or hanging upside down from the rafters, that isn't the big issue here.
I need to get back to the problem at hand.
The problem being, she's throwing me in at the deep end. Leaving me on my own to face him.
"I can't just knock on his door like this!" I gesture to the post. "It's crazy. We haven't seen each other in years, what if-"
"Sam, it's only Brett." She soothes, as she climbs gracefully into her silver Fiat Cinquecento. "I'll be back before you know it, I'm only popping to the garage it isn't far. I won't be long."
She's only nipping and popping she says.
That's great, just great.
How long is that approximately, because I know from personal experience that just 'nipping' or 'popping' anywhere
