CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 25 The year started quietly. Work felt dead after Christmas. I passed most of my afternoons pleasantly behind the counter with Linda and Matilda, who had replaced me. Keith was so happy with our Christmas sales and with my efforts that he offered me and a person of my choice a free meal in his restaurant. I took Sinead out for a treat one Sunday evening - if Sinead’s green salad, tomato pasta and fruit salad can be called a treat. I washed my creamy chicken soup, pizza and chocolate cake down with a few glasses of wine that even Sinead couldn’t resist. We were just finishing our desserts when my phone rang. It was Gary. “Are you not at home?” he asked. He sounded disappointed and dissatisfied that such an event may have occurred. “I’m out for a meal.” I shouldn’t have felt as gu
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