She wished it was that simple. “That’s really lovely of you, Janice,” she replied, “but I wouldn’t even be able to afford that. I’m sure that between us, Georgie and I will get there; it’s just taking longer than I’d like.”
A middle-aged couple came up to the counter. Evelyn smiled at them, making a note of their order. The order she’d just finished was waiting to go – she looked around for Tom, who was outside wiping down tables and collecting trays and cups and saucers. “I’ll be back in a minute,” she said to Janice, “I’ll just take this order over to table ten. Tom’s busy.”
She passed Felicity and Matty on the way, without looking at them. She could feel Felicity’s glare.
As she walked by Matty, she felt her left foot forced around the back of her right, and fell forwards. The cups a
