Florentine’s“You’re not wrong there,” said Alma, before Vanessa could reply. “Of course, everyone knew him round here, didn’t they?”
“So what happens now, Herb?” Moira asked, peering at the butcher over the thick rim of her glasses, her compact, diminutive stature barely matching the height of the counter over which they were conducting the conversation.
“Oh ho, well,” said Herbert, his chest puffing out slightly in a grandiose display of self-importance, “we’ve got ourselves a by-election, haven’t we?”
To Herbert, knowledge was one of the most valuable commodities, and he prided himself on being better informed than his average customer. There was little he enjoyed more than furnishing his patrons with answers to their questions, especially when it came to the ways in which the wheels
