‘Smoking kills, you must know that everybody knows that.’
Ruth gave her father his cigarettes.
‘Stop buying him fags then.’
John took a swig of his coffee.
‘I promised when he turned eighty that whatever he wanted he could have. I’m not going back on my word.’
‘Can’t an old man have some pleasure in life? Since I lost your mother all I ask for is a packet of fags and a can of beer, that’s not much really, is it?’
‘Dad, you didn’t lose mam, she left you because you’re impossible.’
John patted his arm.
‘It’s useless he’ll never change. Mam nagged him for fifty years to give up, he didn’t listen. He’ll be the only skeleton in the graveyard having a smoke.’
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