Hilda looked at Beryl standing in the car park—spitting distance from the window. She could almost smell her.
“Pfff—her,” huffed Serenity.
her“You know her?”
“She taught Morag to drive.”
Hilda stopped. Beryl teaches?
Beryl teaches?A giant of a woman slid out the other side of the car.
Hilda frowned. Did Beryl just laugh?
Did Beryl just laugh?“No one knows who she is,” said Serenity with a two-fingered wave.
They watched Beryl head into the hotel with Mandy.
“She’s from outer space,” said Serenity.
“How do you know?”
“The Identities.”
Hilda turned to Serenity. “Identities?”
“Yes.”
“Of course, no one believes me. They call me senile.”
Hilda’s face softened. She nodded. Serenity is as senile as the newsreader on the TV.
Serenity is as senile as the newsreader on the TV.“Your Q
