THE FOLLOWING MORNING, the four met at breakfast. Charles noticed the old folks seemed subdued compared to the chatter from the previous evening and kept glancing at the four as they ate.
A woman put a full English breakfast in front of Charles. He looked at the plate of greasy offerings and tucked in.
“Glad to see you found your appetite, Charles,” said Mrs Chew, who hovered around the table.
Charles nodded and shovelled a sausage into his mouth.
“Right,” whispered Steve. “When Chewy buggers off we can plan what to do today.”
He sneered at the other terrified looking old folk and played his imaginary air guitar. They cringed and put their heads down, rushing to finish their food.
“So Elvin, how did you end up here?” asked Charles, while cutting up a runny egg.
Elvin was the eldest
