‘It’s Dugald Ritchie,’ Emma cried, but her wrist-band screen was already blank. ‘I only hope Jack doesn’t get physical,’ she said to Luke. ‘Can you see them?’
Luke consulted his dashboard screen. ‘Don’t worry, it looks friendly enough.’
‘Are you sure?’
‘Yes. Dugald’s handed over the tray and is gesturing towards the table. From the look of it, I’d say Jack’s offered to mind the stall.’
Emma sighed. ‘Good man. I should have known Jack would be sensible.’
‘And hopefully earn a bit for his trouble.’
‘Oh, I wouldn’t count on it. Maybe a few free vegetables.’
‘A real tight-arse, that Dugald.’
Agenda abandoned, Emma thought, turning her head to check on Charlie. She would call Jack later and ask him to bring home enough vegetables for a curry dinner. Pie and cake would have to wait.
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