Chapter Twenty-Three
Leaving the clothing store and heading back into the heaving crowds in Birmingham’s Bullring shopping centre, Fiona glanced at her watch, then turned to her mother. “Want to go and grab some lunch? I could do with a break, a drink and something to eat.”
Caroline Gillespie nodded to her daughter. “Sounds like a plan, chick. Nando’s?”
Twenty minutes later, having battled through the throngs of people with their many shopping bags, the two women were seated in the restaurant, had placed their order and were supping at the drinks that had just been brought to their table.
“Ahh,” Fiona said with satisfaction, putting the glass of sparkling flavoured water down on the table. “That’s better. All that shopping has made me totally parched.”
Her mother smiled. “I’d have tho
