Chapter Four
Clover stomped around the corner towards her house. She was lucky to live so close to the main street of Kallista. In fact, she could see the house from the roundabout at the end of the main street. It certainly saved car and petrol costs, but it gave her no time to get through the simmering anger that had her feet stomping the ground. She kicked a can, missed it and stubbed her toe on the footpath. ‘Damn Liam Sinclair and his Upper Crust Bakery,’ she muttered, and she waited for her toe to stop throbbing. She picked up the can and threw it into a bin.
She continued walking across the street, stepping onto the bitumen without considering traffic. A car horn blasted, snapping her out of her annoyance. She quickly back-stepped to the footpath, smiled apologetically and waved t
