They arrived at the laundrette in Brocker Street twenty minutes later. It was a cramped, ragged shop squeezed between an enormous motor carriage workshop and a designer Kerical lamp shop.
Johnathan had only been up Brocker Street a few times before and like the ones in front of them now, it was truly a mishmash of businesses. It was very popular with shoppers, especially those visiting from outside the city, because there was always more to look at than there first appeared. On every visit, new shops selling eclectic items were to be discovered, and two of Nodnol’s most famous spas resided there, one at each end.
Jasmine led the way into the dingy launderette. A bell rang as she opened the door, and a woman appeared with a face so decorated with make-up that she resembled a porcelain dol
