You Can Get It If You Really Want
The Loggerheads pub
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Angela walked back towards the public bar. She was shaking, still holding herself tense from the car. Now she rubbed her arms, where they were smarting pink from the sun. Marilyn and Bobby were feeding each other cherries from their drinks and playing with the umbrellas, staring into each other’s eyes.
Then Harry arrived, sweeping into the Loggerheads like he owned the place. He gave her a broad, warm smile and she couldn’t help but return it, walking towards him.
‘Let me get my wee lassie a drink,’ he said, taking her hand and kissing it with a theatrical bow.
‘I already have a drink,’ she said.
‘Then ye shall have another,’ he told her, putting on a posh voice and pulling her towards him. He deposited her back at the t
