“That hurts, dear,” said Deirdre. “Come on, gently now. It's not as if I'm going anywhere is it?”
Mrs. Strudel responded by squeezing even tighter, thereby causing the medium even more pain.
Despite her age, the cafe proprietor had fingers like steel and a grip like a top class tugger of war. It had developed naturally during years of handling oversized kitchen equipment that wouldn't have looked out of place on a building site, portions of food that weighed more than she did, and plates the size of manhole covers (or, as in the case of January Pineapple, manhole covers served on a plate the size of a manhole cover.
A strange chap, he'd taken to gorging on the metal discs on account of him being afflicted by a rare medical condition called Pedicabo Ego Stulta Inordinatio, or as it's mor
