George rubbed the back of his neck. He'd thrown himself into work, avoiding thinking about what happened last weekend. But now there was no work and no Anthony to throw him off.
"Yes, Neville's house is just behind yours," he said, "And no, it' wasn't too bad. I've been occupied, so I hadn't really noticed until yesterday. But it does look nice."
He looked down and sighed. "Ver... I think we need to talk."