Chapter 9
At work the next morning, I was surprised to find a postal order from Mrs Thompson paying for the book she’d damaged. I hadn’t gotten around to informing the Council of her debt, so there wouldn’t be any delay in Mrs T’s house-moving plans. Not from my end anyway.
Once all the usual Monday morning tasks had been accomplished, I thought I’d earned a coffee break. I walked along the corridor and pushed open the door to the little kitchenette we’d had to battle so hard with the Council to obtain.
I found a very distraught Sally Timpson trying to stem a flood of tears.
Dabbing at her eyes, she sniffed and said, “I’m sorry.”
I smiled. “Sometimes we need a good cry. If you want to talk about it, you know where my office is.”
She gave me a wan smile, nodded, and got up to leave.
