June’s POV
Hank stepped up next to me, making Gladys do a double take. “Can I help you?” She asked Hank, a blush coming to her cheeks as she said it.
“Yah. I just want to know; if you aren’t taking parcels and letters now, why are there three other people behind my wife and me with parcels and letters to go out? Are you going to turn them away too?” He raised an eyebrow at her, making Gladys look behind us and wince.
“Ah, well; you see…”
“I see s**t but a bunch of cowards letting a bastard pick on a woman, that’s what I see.” Hank slammed his hand on the counter, making everyone jump. “Damn that O’Shanty or whoever the f*****g hell he is and shame on the lot of you.” There was a growl to Hank’s voice, making the small room shake and the people quake in their boots. He almost had me apo
