Chapter Thirty-Seven
Heather’s Dignity
A hat without a head is like a burger without a bun.
Mrs Campbell is a person not to be messed with, especially when it comes to her hats.
She had the speed of a boxer and a left hook that could bring an elephant to its knees. With one punch, she knocked Kamal out and silenced the church.
It took ten minutes for Kamal to come around, and when he did, he saw Mavis’s painted Cleopatra face looking into his and whispered, “My Cleo.”
Lumpy left soon after that. Without a backward glance at Mavis he grabbed Mrs Campbell, shoved her in the front seat of his car, and, with a small skid, drove off.
I left with Heather the carer. Mavis was by that time sitting by Kamal wiping blood from his nose, and Fanny was on the other side with a packet of wet wipe
