4
As Connor reversed out of my driveway, Mia came and grabbed my leg. ‘Unca Connor coming back?’
‘No, sweetie. He’s working.’ That reminded me I had to return to the pub and close up. I sighed and got Mia ready for bed. She’d be asleep in the car before we came home again and it would be easy to carry her in already in her PJs.
My heart sank when I pulled up outside the pub. The car park was more than half-full. I went inside, Mia in tow, and found Marie in the bar, red-faced and snapping at someone.
‘No, you can’t have a bloody Carlton Draught, Bill. I told you the keg’s run out. When the hell have I had time to put a new one on?’
Bill looked very disgruntled and accepted a stubby instead.
Marie spotted me and, if anything, her scowl got worse. ‘I thought Wednesdays were quiet,’ she
