Monday morning, about eight, while Mandy parked the car, Jack stood in the weak sunshine and cooling breeze, appraising the front of the utilitarian police station that had been his place of work for some twenty years. Reflecting and resolving personal issues, Mandy thought, compassionately, bearing in mind she was irritated with Jack’s continual stuttering all morning. Sidling up, she put her arm around his waist, as far as it would go, ‘Okay?’
‘Yeah…’ pensive, ‘builders, what’s happening?’
‘They’re putting in a disabled persons lift for the new Chief,’ and she walked off with Jack playing catch up. Made a change she thought, new order of things?
‘Hold up Dobbin, new Chief, where’s Sitting Bull?’
Passing through into reception she called back, ‘Compulsory retirement. His thirty years
