Chapter Four
The Favour
Dancing leads to many things, and not always an applause.
I was offered a job after a particularly impressive performance for an elderly couple. When I say impressive performance, it had little to do with dancing and more to do with cutting things short…a talent that has taken years to perfect.
A few days after I found out about Rodger’s sale of the century, I was attempting to put a tenner of fuel into the car at Tesco’s. I was grimly watching the dial when I heard “Nefertiti?” shouted across the tarmac with annoying urgency.
Mid tapping of the last drizzle, Jessie pulled at my arm.
A local fond of curry, wine, and gossip, Jessie had heard about my dancing. Her father was at the Argyll’s old folk’s do – years ago, where I had belly danced. Apparently he remem
