We slept together that night but left the more strenuous stuff for another day, both being knackered. Carol was back and had opened the café, business as usual. First thing she asked was. “Frenchie?”
“I guess Jerry has her,” Ray revealed.
“How?”
“Mac.”
That was all he had to say.
“Mother fucker,” she spat
“He didn’t have one,” Ray joked. “Devil’s lying spawn that one.”
“So he traded Frenchie for what?”
“Don’t know Carol. I’m just glad to get Dulcie back.”
I told Carol how I had made my escape.
“Frenchie should have gone with you. What was she thinking?”
“She thought the bright lights and a glittering future awaited.” I said.
“Anything we can do to find her?” Carol continued.
“It was her choice,” Ray pointed out.
“Yeah, until she sees what she’s let herself in for,” Carol prot
