Galley finished his coffee and placed the spoon on top of the glass mug. ‘Sometimes they appeared agitated. They were always busy and serving the public was their duty. That’s why all of us officers still hold a great affection for them. And now they’re both gone.’
Sant lapped up the milky sweetness residing at the bottom of his dessert glass before downing his Horlicks in one go. ‘Time’s a great healer. You’ll get over it.’
Galley sighed. ‘I hope so. I have low moods. Often.’
Sant hailed an aging waitress in a retro yellow dress and paid for the treats with every intention of claiming expenses. The risk of receiving his marching orders from a petty cash department averse to expenditure on extravagances was high, but he’d chance it anyway.
‘I’m always at the end of a phone line if you
