The damage had been done. The woman from South West Secrets ate her sandwich and cake, then slapped a ten pound note down on the counter and told Grace to keep the change.
‘Oh, and as another tip, I’d suggest you train your staff in some manners.’
Grace muttered an apology, her cheeks burning as the woman left. A couple of other customers had overheard, and muttered underhand comments as they got up to leave. Grace leaned over and thumped her forehead on the counter top.
It was futile. Perhaps it was time to give up. Maybe fate had set itself in motion and the café couldn’t be saved. Joan was happy now with Jason and was losing interest, and everything Grace had tried had failed. They were losing money, and she was losing her resolve. For the first time in weeks, she felt Bristol callin
