CHAPTER 25
MAUREEN POPPED HER head through the serving hatch.
“I’m going home early; I’m feeling a bit icky. Do you think you’ll be okay putting the takings in the safe and locking up please? I’ll give you the keys.”
“Sure. No problem.” Lyn smiled as she opened the door to the dishwasher, letting out a blast of hot steam.
“I’ll go to the bank tomorrow. There’s only two customers left. Put the blinds down when they go and get off early.
“Thanks. Will do. You get off now.” Lyn emptied the dishwasher and then went into the café to wipe the tables.
She pulled down the blinds, locked the door and put up the ‘closed’ sign after the last couple had left. The beach was empty of holidaymakers, and rain clouds were gathering. Taking her time she counted out three hundred and forty two
