Oh, he’s really going to do it.
Oh, he’s really going to do it.Charlotte strode along the footpath at a good pace without breaking into the run her brain was urging. She wasn’t about to give Sid Browne a chance to speak to her, not when she was alone. Not to mention hungry.
He tried to keep pace from across the road. His puffing was audible and she considering asking if he needed an ambulance. Instead, she put her energy into keeping her face forward and getting her keys out of her pocket. If he followed her up the stairs, she had no intention of answering the door.
“Oi. Missy!”
Are you kidding me?
Are you kidding me?When she saw Trev next time, she’d ask what channel to pursue to make a formal complaint. Until that time, she was ignoring the man.
She passed the bookshop and turned i
