She didn’t think that Lek had just cause.
Not for the first time in her life did she think that many people don’t know how well off they are. After a twelve to fifteen hour day, however long she could hang it out for, she would be going back to her drab, empty ‘home’, although she had ceased thinking of it as home, whereas there were others who would be hurrying back to a nice, happy home with a nice, faithful husband. She looked at Lek and said
“Excuse me, I have to take your husband his coffee.”
“OK, I’ll let you get on, see you later,” and she left, tapping Craig’s table as she passed instead of speaking. He looked up for a moment, watched Lek’s pretty behind moving in her jeans for a moment and went back to his crossword, wondering where his bandy and coffee were.
“What’s the damag
