“What for? Coming up with stupid ideas?”
“For your help over the years,” he replied. “I wouldn’t have managed this place without you, so thank you for your support.” He felt a lump in his throat; if it wasn’t considered unmanly, he’d be crying right about now.
“You’re welcome!” Said Bernadette, looking at him with sympathy.
When he looked up at the clock on the wall, he saw it was eleven thirty. Bernadette and two of his volunteers were in the kitchen getting lunch ready. He looked around the dining room, nostalgically, remembering the good times.
“The b***h is going to pay!” said Felicity to herself, walking along Sydney Street, past Dirty Harry’s clothing shop. She couldn’t see any shoppers, all she could see was Evelyn’s smug face, and that b***h-sister of hers rolling on the floor,
