By Tom O’Brien
We tried not to let the body in the garage freezer dominate the conversation. (The fact of the body; not that it was chatty). Instead we studied the racked snooker cues and wondered who to get in for doubles, now Del was officially missing.
“I’ve written for most of my life. If I don’t I have a vague sense of having forgotten something, that grows into a kind of panic.” – the writer
