I lay by the pool in the heat. The clock on the Dunes gave the temperature as 117 degrees and the time as 12.03, when the man with the green Hawaiian shirt announced himself.
‘Hi. Name’s Mal.’
I pulled myself up on to my elbows. Mal was small and tanned and wide as a lorry. He looked a little like the actor Jan Michael Vincent. He wore a red baseball cap that said SCREW YOU.
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