Two gold bands – one tarnished, the other gleaming – were displayed on the third finger of her left hand, Emma wishing to acknowledge both past and present love. All six TDKs had filed into the staffroom for the morning break, leaving the unemployed waiting in orderly queues. Colleagues gathered around to admire and congratulate, while Supervisor Tony poured champagne into the glasses generally used for water. ‘The real McCoy,’ he informed his staff. ‘I can’t abide the fake variety, too sweet for my taste. Half a glass each won’t do any harm and might even improve our Monday morning.’
‘The latter, I trust,’ Jean replied. ‘I’ve had some right horrors so far today.’
‘It goes with the territory,’ Sarah remarked from the doorway.
‘It’s alright for you, tucked away in the training office,’ s
