Beryl, stunned as a bludgeoned trout, was speechless.
She had no idea Mandy was anything other than a blonde learning to drive because her pain-in-the-arse partner had told her she couldn’t. A blonde determined to prove her partner wrong despite his leaving her for a redhead just this side of the legal age.
In fact, she had no idea that a woman on Earth could drive like Mandy let alone move like a stuntman.
As she watched Mandy pin the tall hoodie against the bins with the car, Beryl wondered what else she didn’t know about this woman who up till now had said little apart from ask who Beryl’s hairdresser was.
Mandy reversed, revved the engine, and charged again at the hoodies.
The hoodies scattered.
Mandy pulled up beside Beryl. “Get in.”
“What?” said Beryl, and for the first time,
