Chapter Fifteen
The Measuring Tape
There is more to karma than the joss sticks.
That night as I went home I saw the Bag Lady and Betty huddled over the fire talking like they were plotting something illegal. They were engrossed and didn’t notice me until the wind slammed the gate shut.
Betty jumped.
“What are you up to?” I said.
“Nothing,” said the Bag Lady, shoving a paper up her sleeve.
“Nothing?” I said.
“Yes, nothing…”
“Funny kind of nothing,” I muttered.
“Well the fire is out and we are just wondering about calling it a night,” said Betty.
“Bit early?” I said.
“Shifty wants me back.” Betty sniffed. “He’ll be here any minute.”
“And what about the bhuna?” I gestured to the takeaway.
“He’s made me steak tartare.”
“Again?”
“Apparently it’s full of iron – which for an ol’ b
