She took one look at Logan and frowned. 'What happened to your face?' He dragged on a smile. 'Didn't know you were back in town.' 'Got in half an hour ago. I phoned?' 'We--' Swwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwoooooosh! And the first rocket leapt into the indigo night, exploding in a vast ball of golden sparks that fizzed and crackled. 'Why didn't you call back?' Swwwwwwwwwwwwwooooooooosh! ... BANG! More sparks. 'What?' 'I said, why didn't you--' BOOOOM!'--call back?' 'I've been out since--' CRACKKKLE! The rockets were going off in a constant stream, turning the air into an iridescent rainbow of colour. 'Two months and you've not called once!' 'That's not true. You know that's not true!' There was a little circle of embarrassed space forming around them. The press of bodies lessening as everyone made a point of staring at the display above, rather than the argument below. 'If you didn't want me to come home, why didn't you bloody well say so?' Jackie's face was lit for a moment in a glitter of gold, her eyes shining bright as daggers. 'Please, Jackie, let's not do this here. I--' BOOOOOM! 'It's not my fault I miscarried! It's not my fucking--' CRACKKKKKKLE! Logan grabbed her by the arm, pulling her round so they had their backs to the clump of police officers. 'That's got nothing to do with it!' 'You think it wasn't hard for me?' She shook him loose. 'It was my fucking baby too!' 'It's not about the baby, OK? It's about you!' She froze, and Logan ... Logan wished he could take the words back, but it was too late for that - he'd lit the blue touchpaper and now it was all going to blow up in his face. Jackie stared at him. 'You don't love me, do you?' BOOOOOOOOM! 'Jackie--'
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