ng, I told you, I

that matter, wear a face like a smacked

..' the waitre

you just bothered a bit about your ap

he people across the

'she was going to sort him out, start

remembering why she

erson touching his "collection" was him, and if he

red why she like

sister. 'You wanna

o was going to argue with that! And then

did have a good imagi

for you, ' m

y she put up with the Saturday morning shopping, why she was sitting there taking all this verbal abuse. And when did dri

Martin lately?

mode. Lindsey, to Beatrice's mind was deaf; the truth was

as she took a gulp of her drink. 'It's supposed to

hat place has Irn-Bru on tap and karaoke on a Friday night. Their idea of a bu

m the other table. 'They have a new chef, and the

ever thought to tel

ss from the back of the cafe. 'She do

by then, the only thing she'll be feeling on her honeym

ran throug

indsey. 'Even you.' She slid an i

ty-farty. Sheryl ran her fingers along the crimped edge

herself... '

heryl. 'Mind you, that doesn't surprise me, Martin alway

Lindsey continued. 'Im

. 'He's having a baby with so

TER

Beatrice aimed her smile at him. She was as familiar with his weather-beaten face as she was with the moves in wrestling, and s

the following day. Beatrice would be in The Stables by lunchtime, crashing her wheelchair through the tables as the school children queued by the take away counter. Her usual ploy was to barge to the front of the queue and insist on paying for her 99

rge, ' said Beatrice

met her

' he said, pushi

her coin and anot

ed Frances, 'Upstairs

lly dancing class

e. 'Isn't she a bit old for

apped Beatrice. 'Yo

looked

, dance of the