"No. Well I don't think so? Who's Ken?"
"Do you know Gerry? As in Ken and Gerry?"
"Oh wait. Don't they make ice cream?"
"Um, no, no they don't, Matt."
"Ah. Shame."
"Well Ken fell off a ladder and his wedding ring caught a nail and ripped his finger off."
I felt a bit sick. I mean probably not as sick as poor Ken felt, but still, all the squeamish nerves suddenly reacted together and I shuddered with horror. I'd gone from good-humoured to unexpected shock and repulsion in the space of a few seconds. My face contorted into a grotesque approximation of fear and nausea and I heard myself squeaking,
"That is... horrible."
"He must have hung there for a while... well probably not that long actually, you know, given the gravity of..."
I had to put my mug of tea down on a coaster.
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