Chapter Eight
The Co-op Bag Lady and the Thief
To catch a thief is as easy as catching a mouse…
A few days later Sheryl and Kay took me to the Stables. We were being served by Bessie. Bessie had been to many of my classes years ago. She had the sort of curves that had many an elderly gentleman reaching for their beta blockers. She was a real asset back then, and unlike turncoat Mavis, she didn’t leave my classes for Zumba. She joined the self-assertiveness class with Rodger and has stood up to the chief, demanding proper fitting uniforms, and name badges. So far they had one ‘Bessie is your waitress’ badge to share and extra-large shirts were on order.
Bessie plonked my machine-made latte in front of me and as I wiped the dribble from the side of the glass she started to moan about the
