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on Eoin, you need to get out there and get
yourself some dates!”
    Eoin shivered. He'd never been
one for dates, even back before he'd met Jenny. All the
game-playing, and trying to pick up on what the other person meant,
and the hysterical charm and effort … no thanks. He didn't have
that kind of energy any more, and probably never did.
    The clouds covering the sun
were becoming grey and threatening. Alice stood and made her way
over to Nils, who was still amusing himself inside the jeep. His
big sister Rosa was busy with a bucket and a large water puddle
close by. Eoin held Damien’s hand and headed that way too to help
pick up their scattered things.
    Alice manoeuvred Nils into the
buggy and installed Rosa on the little skateboard device behind.
The sky was growing darker but few of the other park visitors
seemed in the mood to leave. Eoin studied them as they walked by.
They were mostly in their teens and early twenties, and he felt a
burst of longing for the kind of life they had. They were young,
attractive and privileged, and all they had on their minds was how
to fix their hair, and where they would be going on Saturday night,
and which bed they might wake up in on Sunday morning.
    He wondered if they appreciated
what they had now, and if they really understood how fast it would
all disappear.
    “ Long walk?” said
Alice.
    “ Long walk,” Eoin agreed.
“Then I'll fix you all some home-made pizza, if you're
interested.”
    “ Pizza!” Rosa said and
turned a beaming smile in Eoin's direction.
    “ Great,” Alice said.
“We'll rent an annoying kid's movie. And then plan how to advertise
your presence on the Internet and get you the girl of your
dreams.”
    She leaned closer and added, in
a conspiratorial whisper: “Before you explode from your obvious
lack of sex and I get stuck with the mess.”
    Eoin gave a meek grin. He
followed after Alice's nicely toned bottom, trying to imagine all
of the other nicely toned bottoms that might be lying in wait in
some distant and poorly-lit corner of the Internet. Bottoms with
his name on them.
    In a very odd and slightly
pervy manner of speaking.

Chapter
4
     
    Rob had booked a washing time
for fifteen-zero-zero. This required that he stay indoors the whole
morning planning his laundry. He had to separate his whites from
his colours, his sixties from his forties, his wool from his other
stuff. He’d also have to hunt under the bed and locate every
fragment of errant underwear, even the ones that clearly weren't
his.
    Sure, it wasn't much to fill a
whole day with, but after two weeks of not working Rob's threshold
for activity of any kind was rather low. And to be honest he wasn't
really trying that hard for a new job either. He didn't need to, as
he would be paid eighty percent of his old wages to keep him going.
Not to mention the fantastic Internet idea he would be filling all
of his spare time with. That and Guinness.
    So the temptation to take it
easy was pretty strong and Rob was a big fan of temptation of any
kind, generally giving it the full benefit of the doubt.
    He slouched from his living
room to his kitchen in his usual stay-at-home outfit of boxers and
a ragged t-shirt. His flat wasn't large and consisted of a single
living room/bedroom and a separate small kitchen with a table
capable of seating four rather slim and unfussy guests. But the
size of the place was not really a problem because, apart from the
occasional lady invited home from one of Stockholm's many bars in
the wee hours of the morning, there was usually just him in it.
    He fixed a mug of instant
coffee then collected the newspaper from where it had been shoved
through the front door. He made his way back to the living room and
sat down on the bed with a contented sigh, averting his gaze from
the pile of clothes lying in a state of sad semi-organisation.
    With a happy smile he sipped at
his coffee, and blew on it, and watched the blobs dissolve, and
then sipped again.
    Just as he was