Suddenly Peter stopped.“Moules!” he exclaimed excitedly. “Just the job!”“Mools? What are they?”“Mussels. The French call them moules and...they were fresh in this morning.”“What are they like?”“Yummy! They come in their shells which have opened and have been cooked in a bisque which is a thin French soup, all vegetably with garlic. You’ll love them.”“OK!”They went in and ordered. Peter had a lager and Penny a lemon squash.In due course their moules arrived in soup plates with big napkins. An. If I'd been there, I would've been killed as well. At times during the past week, I wished I had been.Two hours later, still sitting at the kitchen table, the cup of lousy instant coffee sat, cold and untouched. My tears had dried, replaced by rage. I stood up, threw the cup at the sink, breaking it into a million pieces and splashing coffee everywhere. I called my brother, Jazz. His name is Jerry, but he'd been called Jazz since he was about six or seven, two years older than I. Jazz is. More

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