CHAPTER SIXTEEN
‘Frowning prematurely ages us, love.’
Startled out of her daydream, Georgie said, ‘Huh?’
‘I said, “Frowning prematurely ages us.” You’re sitting there glaring at your coffee like it’s offended you. It’s not your most attractive look.’
Deb Goyne calls a spade a spade. Clive had said that on the quiet, right at the beginning.
Georgie noted nobody waited in the bakery queue, and few other customers were inside or outside. She waved to the seat opposite. ‘Can you take a few minutes?’
Deb sank onto the bench. ‘That feels better.’ She grinned her buck-toothed smile. ‘How’s the story going?’
She obviously hadn’t spoken to her daughter this morning.
‘Yeah, getting there.’
Georgie hesitated, considering Deb’s upfront nature, as she watched another staff member sticky tape t
