Clover served Suit-Guy his coffee. ‘Would you like to order?’ She indicated the open menu in front of him.
‘No thanks. This is fine.’
Clover frowned, but she turned and helped Holly with the rest of the coffee orders. The guy was pretty strange.
Mrs Hargraves came to the counter. Clover greeted her warmly. She’d known her since she was a little girl. Mrs Hargraves was a matriarch of the town and had earned the respect of the locals through years of residency and charity work in their area. She’d been one of the ladies who had cooked for her and her mother in those dark, horrible days of her childhood.
‘Breakfast was just lovely, dear. You certainly have done well. How is your mother?’
Nothing went passed Mrs Hargraves. Although she was well into her eighties, she was as sharp as a tac
