70 years of serviceFeeling out of place, Audrey joined the slipstream of the man ahead of her, pleased to sabotage the door’s announcement of her entry. Though she had no idea what she would buy, she took up her position behind four others waiting at the counter. There was a rumble of conversation between them and a greeting to the man she’d shadowed, the same light-hearted bonhomie of the churchgoers. One woman, who stood side-on to address the man next to her, acknowledged Audrey with a smile but resumed the discussion on the weather. Audrey relaxed.
The air inside was warmed from the oven she could just see beyond the bread racks behind the counter and held the earthy smell of baked bread and the sharp odour of freshly ground coffee beans. Though she had just eaten, her stomach rumbled
