Twelve-Step Fandango
Chapter One
Luisa was scratching mad, bouncing around the flaking kitchen like a tarnished pinball, lifting lids, sweeping stuff from shelves and seeping every surface for the legendary lost wrap, that mythical forgotten line. She cursed the Spanish in German, the Germans in Spanish, and everyone else in the most universally understood monosyllable after 'Coke'. She couldn't believe this place. She couldn't believe me, and she couldn't believe that there wasn't just one little rainy-day wrap stashed somewhere among our tattered belongings.
'Bastardos,' she spat, 'coños', shaking her scraped-back ponytail as she fumbled furiously through the pockets of a pair of my dirty jeans.
'Scheisse!' She hurled the ragged Wranglers against the crumbling wall and turned her desperation to me. I'd been trying to ignore her, head down in last June's Marie Claire, but now I realised that I'd have been better off nipping round to Dieter's Place as soo ... read full excerpt from Twelve-Step Fandango ebook