‘She’ll find out when the solicitor has the proper reading of the will,’ Suzie said. She pointed at the recipe books. ‘Are you changing the menu already?’
‘I was looking at summer soups.’ Andre angled a glance at me, his mouth twitching. ‘The kind of soup you make for the Age Good Food Guide.’
‘Christ, surely not!’ Suzie said.
Andre and I both stared at her. ‘What?’ she said. ‘The locals will revolt if we try to change this place into something trendy, you know they will.’
‘Some of the locals are revolting,’ Andre said. ‘Old Jock dribbles on the bar all the time.’
‘Suzie, we can’t afford not to change things here,’ I said. ‘Either that or we’ll have to sell up.’
‘But we’ll all lose our jobs,’ she began, and stopped. ‘Except they’re not our jobs now, I guess. We’re management. We’re o
