2.19
Christmas decorations were sparkling throughout the mall and an overly adorned Christmas tree standing in the centre of the main thoroughfare assaulted Yvette’s unfestive mood as she walked by. Tinsel draped window displays, and lumbering from glitzy shop to glitzy shop, a man in a Santa suit ho ho’d, ringing his bell. Even the café had silver tinsel arcing along the counter front, in cultural collision with the Turkish delicacies piled on platters beside the till.
Pinar greeted Yvette in her usual appraising way and asked her to clean the coffee machine.
A steady flow of customers occupied an otherwise tedious four hours.
Towards the end of her shift, when she’d relinquished any hope of seeing Heather, her friend, strikingly dressed in a flowing emerald skirt and matching blouse,
