Chapter Thirty-Six
Gloria couldn’t get the smell of the roast she’d burnt out of her nose, even though they’d left the house, in search of a more edible meal in the local pub.
She hurried Sally and Janey along because it was close to the time that The Horse and Groom would stop taking lunch orders, although Gloria wasn’t too worried. A few years ago, the landlady had an operation go wrong and Gloria had tended to a wound in a delicate place on Peggy’s body for weeks. Since then, she had received more free drinks at the pub than she had paid for. Still, she didn’t want to inconvenience them just because she’d taken her eye off the oven. Or she’d put it on too high. Or whatever else had gone wrong. Gloria had made hundreds of roasts in that very oven and never had it come out so pitch-blac
