CHAPTER SIX
557 Words
CHAPTER SIX
The town of Frambleberry was located in the east midlands, and had all the usual things an English town had to offer. A pretty large church (with a group of dedicated volunteers, not to mention the infamous Rev Geoff), plenty of independent shops (and chain stores) along the high street and beyond, numerous residential estates, most of which were rather nice. There were a few places that weren’t so pretty, but all in all, the town had a good name for itself. Crime was relatively low too, which was an added bonus.
The Frambleberry Golf Club was known internationally for having been created by one of the world’s top golfers who hailed from the town, but that was a long time ago. The poor man was long dead now.
The town even had its own Starbucks—a place Coco and Aggie frequented for their favourite coffees. A cappuccino and a caramel soy latte, respectively.
Sitting down to enjoy these coffees, the two women were deep in thought.
“What about a baby shop?” Coco cooed as a woman walked past with the cutest little bundle in her arms.
“You’re not going broody on me, are you?” Aggie asked, somewhat surprised.
“Who me? Not a chance. They’re very cute when they belong to someone else. And that’s only until they open their mouths and start wailing. I can’t be doing with that.”
“Me neither, which is why I’d struggle to work in a shop where babies were brought into all day long,” Aggie replied.
“That’s a very good point, hon.”
“What about wool?” Aggie suggested.
“What about wool?”
“A wool shop?”
“A wool shop?”
“Are you just going to repeat after me all morning?”
Coco shook her head and put her hand on top of Aggie’s. “Aggie, honey. You’re twenty-eight years old, not seventy-eight. Why, oh why would you want to sell wool to all the old biddies of Frambleberry all day long?”
Aggie shrugged, “It wouldn’t be so bad. Some of those old biddies are quite lovely.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot they’re some of your neighbours. You really need to find yourself another house. Living in a bungalow is for retired people,” she mouthed as an old lady walked past and scowled at her.
Coco raised her eyebrows and returned her attention to Aggie.
“Come on, there must be an alternative business opportunity needed in this town. Oh my God. I mean, seriously O-M-G,”
“What? What Coco?”
Coco began to grin at her best friend as she sat up straight. “I’ve got it. It’s b****y brilliant. I can’t believe I didn’t think of it earlier. It’s perfect and it’s a proper money earner, Aggie. There’s potential to earn squillions here. Oh my God…I’m so excited. I could so help with the decor. I’ve got ideas swimming about in my head already. We must get on to suppliers right away. I know a few people who might be able to help, come to think of it. Dickie from Saffron Walden, for example, he owes me a favour. And there’s Selena from Frome. Oh and I must ring Alison, although I think she’s in Edinburgh at the moment. I’ll wait ‘til the weekend. Oh this is going to be so much fun. Drink up, Agg. We need to get going. We’ve got masses to do. Come on, let’s…”
Coco stopped short and stared at her friend. “What?”
Aggie closed her eyes for a moment and shook her head.
“What’s up, honey?”
“Have you listened to yourself? You’re getting so carried away. But there’s just one little something you haven’t mentioned yet.”
“Oh really, what’s that?” Coco replied innocently.
“What kind of shop are you talking about?”
Coco slapped her own forehead and started to chuckle, “Oh right. Sorry…Aggie. You’re going to open the town’s first…sex shop!”
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