Chapter Eighteen
The Tee Pee
Splitting up is as easy as splitting hairs
When I asked the Bag Lady back for a chocolate she jumped at the chance. She disappeared to the back of the church to collect her things, oblivious of anyone staring at her. I watched her slim erect figure say goodnight to the geese, while she packed up her belongings in a backpack. She wasn’t a pretty sight and even worse when she laughed, which she frequently did at the geese.
I knew Sheryl and Kay would say I was mad. And I guess I was really, who knows what she might do. Kay (ever the optimist) says she’s on something, but as I said to Kay, “What would she be on, and how would she get it? A GP? Some dodgy deal behind the shop with a free song?”
“No,” I said to Kay. “The Bag Lady is not on anything. She’s a one
