A Plague on Both Your Houses (51 page)

stood for a while, looking at the place where it had fallen, thinking about the people whose lives it had affected.

Bartholomew gave another huge sigh and looked at

Michael. Michael gazed back, the beginnings of a smile twitching the corners of his mouth and twinkling in

his eyes.

‘Come on, old friend,’ he said, tugging Bartholomew’s

sleeve to make him move, ‘or you will make me miss my

dinner.’

The End.