Chapter Thirty
Gloria was studying the different kinds of ground coffee her local Sainsbury’s offered. She’d drunk the same brand of coffee for years, for decades, but after tasting the coffee Ash had made for her with her fancy machine, she thought she’d try something new. From the corner of her eye, she noticed a familiar figure push a trolley past the end of the aisle.
Gloria put back the pack of coffee she’d been holding and hastily shoved her trolley in the opposite direction she’d just seen Mary head into. After the weekend she’d had, Ash’s mother was the last person she wanted to see. Whatever would she reply if Mary inquired about her weekend? Gloria wouldn’t be able to keep a straight face.
She reached the end of the aisle and looked left and right. Mary was near the freezers o
