It proved a very busy afternoon. The weather stayed blazing hot, and Rob and Chez worked flat out. By the time the last of the punters drifted away when the show closed down for the day, they’d stripped both freezers nearly bare of ice lollies—loaning them to each other as they each ran out of the different types. Rob lost count of how many packs of soft-serve mix he’d gone through.
He finished bagging up his takings to pay into the night safe and looked up into Chez’s van. Chez was leaning against his almost empty freezer, sucking on one of the few ice lollies that remained unsold. Rob could, frankly, watch that show all day. But Chez had a stormy expression on as he gazed moodily off into the distance.
“Hey,” Rob said. “Want to come with me for a drink?”
“I have to get the van back in
