Always did an accumulator on the Saturday TV races. Must have already written it out at home — used our old-style betting slips. Only ever staked a ...ouple of quid though. I always knew his Saturday bet when I was settling up.’ ‘Because they were on old slips, or was it the writing?’ ‘Both. But the pong mainly.’ ‘Pong? They had a smell?’ There was more to this betting business than met the eye, Trina concluded. ‘Hang on.’ Charlie disappeared to the back of the shop. He returned with a basket of. Everyone was able to see me suffering under the situation, becoming more and more listless, never willing to play, never willing to do my training, simply eating and sleeping, trying not to get beaten up for being what I am… A dog. It went on one month like that and I hardly came out of my basket except for my walks in the park with you or being fed. But his allergy even got worse and so there must have been a one on one talk between you two in the bedroom, where I didn't get any of it while. "Why are you crying Tommy? Did we say something bad?"I looked at her and shook my head, whispering, "No baby, you didn't say anything bad." I reached around her to hold her tightly. She still hadn't really figured out what Tara was telling her yet.For someone who was so perceptive and on top of things, there were times when Dee was totally clueless. She could over think things and totally miss the obvious.Dee looked over at her mother who was sitting in the same spot with tears streaked down. Somehow, this outcome seemed to put a rather unsavoury slant on the exercise, even though it was vital to Jason’s well-being.All these thoughts caused a little flurry of butterflies in Mrs Jackson’s stomach, and as she filled the teapot with boiling water, she noticed that her hands were quite unsteady all of a sudden.On the other hand, there was a peculiar and mounting excitement about it all, a sense of dare and adventure, and, if she was honest, a tantalising temptation to cross one of the.