bastard“Now, steady on there, Rene, steady on,” Herbert said as the distance between the two men closed. “What’s all this in aid of?”
“You know damn well what this is in aid of. You’ve been doing it deliberately, haven’t you? Dripping poison? Suggesting that people should boycott our shop. Politics, that’s one thing – this is our livelihoods!”
in aid ofboycottlivelihoodsMadison paused, the plastic fork hanging between the bag and her mouth, a crispy, browned chip impaled on its prongs.
“Oh ho, think you’ve got the wrong end of the stick there, Rene,” Herbert said pompously.
“I’ve got exactly the right end of the stick, Herbert! I know what you’ve been doing. Moira told Ella this afternoon!”
rightknowHerbert looked at him, with a faux expression of reassuring calm on his face. Madison
