Legless had spent the past year wondering if he should tell Beryl about the great Aussie romance, and if so, how?
Over the next few days, he did try, but getting her attention was as easy as hypnotizing a hen, and by the time he did, he chickened out.
Beryl was all over the place—sharing a bathroom with your archenemy can do that to a person—but when that archenemy turned into a comedian who happily made coffee for everyone, including her, Beryl’s head spun in more directions than a clothesline in a hurricane. And the presence of Archie and DJ, camped out in the shed, constantly whispering to Legless until she appeared, didn’t help. It was like they knew something and itched to tell.
After a few days and way too many silences, she snapped.
Legless was making a curry at the time, toying
