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Back At The Chicken Shack – Jimmy Smith
As promised I picked her up at eight forty five, and let her out in a side street at the back of the supermarket. No one saw us. I made sure of that. ‘I’ll be here at quarter past five,’ I said. ‘Make sure no one sees you with me.’
‘Aye aye, captain.’
I spent the day just hanging out at home. Playing old vinyl, drinking tea, and watching daytime TV.
I was bang on time at the pick-up spot and Madge arrived ten minutes later wearing, you guessed it, a COFFEY SHOPS sweatshirt. ‘Looking groovy,’ I said when she dropped into the passenger seat.
‘Not my choice of apparel,’ she replied. ‘But needs must…’
‘How did it go?’
‘Dozens of birds consigned to their maker. Hot and sweaty. Not my choice of a career move either. I ate vegetarian for lunch. I
