Chapter Six
Kicked out of bed at 6am, I stumbled into the kitchen with the sole purpose of making the morning cuppa. Carol opened the cafe at seven sharp to grab the breakfast trade of lorry drivers and the like. Her first customer of course proved to be Ray, the man waiting for the turn of the door sign.
“f**k me!” exclaimed Carol, Ray barging past.
“Not now darling,” he replied. “I’ve got things on me mind.”
“Wouldn’t be a raven haired beauty would it?”
“Why? You seen her?”
At that moment I walked in, pinny in place, ready to help Carol.
“Christ!” he shouted throwing his arms in the air. “Where the f**k you been Dulce?”
“Don’t have a go Ray. Sit down I’ll get you some breakfast.”
“What on the house girl?”
“f**k off. It’s bad enough making a living without giving it away.”
“Wel
