I was ready to go back to my barstool when the number was over, but the band segued into Bowie's "Suffragette City" and Candy held onto me so I couldn't leave the floor. As I danced with Candy I wondered why she was apparently unescorted. She just had to be beating guys off with a stick so it didn't stand to reason that she would be at the bar alone on a live band night. As I looked at her I wondered at my temerity in thinking that I could have asked her out at that party. She was obviously way, way out of my league.Time for a little honesty here. I was no Brad Pitt. I was at least ten pounds overweight, had flecks of gray in my brown hair and male pattern baldness was beginning to make an appearance. I didn't know Candy's age, but I had to be at least fifteen years older than she was.The song ended and before I could ask her where she was sitting so I could walk her back to her table the band started playing "Nights in White Satin" and Candy moved into me and said:"One more,. Instantly, she bit her tongue and regretted her flippancy. But Jason had already begun to laugh and suddenly they were laughing together like it was all a big joke, and in a way, it was. At least the suffocating tension had been broken.Carol stopped the car outside the house and they got out. Jason's dark mood seemed to have lightened and his mother breathed a little easier."I mean, have a look, Mum... Don't they just look fucking awful? I've got the arms of a ninety-year-old now." He was flexing them, trying to raise them up as they walked up the garden path, but the nurse had been right... they did feel like they didn't belong to him. They hurt like hell and there was no strength in them. "I mean, for ages I haven't been able to do sod-all with them. And now..." You still can't do sod-all, right?" His mother smiled. "But there is an upside, Jay..." Yeah, what would that be then, Mum?"Carol was putting the key in the door, turning the lock. They went inside and she closed the door.
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