Chapter Forty
Beryl & Co
“Never underestimate the underestimated.”—H2
Beryl, much to the annoyance of H2, sat like royalty in the back of the car silently reading the H-Pad screen. Having worked her way through a selection of McDonald’s coffees, Beryl was revived, sitting up and firing on all cylinders—not something either Archie or H2 appreciated.
Beryl was a woman used to ordering. She had been brought up on the right side of the track, a place of white walls and education. Unlike Verruca, Beryl was a baby from the right sort of father. A man who almost had a statue in the courtyard of greatness.
Beryl, like Verruca, was the last generation to come from a man. Her mother, unlike Verruca’s, was a woman of privilege and red lipstick who died in bed sipping perfect coffee, her last wor
