NO-ONE’S EVER HIT
ANYONE FOR METhe security guard—a man who looked as if he
could pick up Katrina and break her in two—began to take the sweets from
Katrina’s hand.
She responded by punching him in
the stomach. His eyes widened comically,
and he let out an “Oof”, dropping the sweets he’d managed to take from Katrina
and doubling up.
“Right!” the manager bellowed,
stepping in between the security guard and Katrina. “That’s enough! I’m calling
the police now to charge you with assault and theft.”
“No!” Daisy shouted, her mind
finally pulling itself out of the swamp it had sunk into. “No! Not theft. I’m…”
The effort of talking exhausted
her. She held out her left arm with its Medic Alert bracelet.
Katrina folded her arms. “My
friend’s got diabetes. Her blood sugar level was lo
