They huddled over the hot coffee. It
was colder in the service station than outside. The heating (what there was)
was not working correctly, the girl in her ‘I’m your Barista’ apron knowledgeably
told them. Which would account for the big woolly pompom hat pulled down just
above her eyes and three other employees huddled in the corner, all wearing
goose down jackets – and doing no work but just complaining and daring any customer
to ask them to clear a table.
“Look,” said Julie, “I believe it wasn’t
you on the wedding photo. But why did Patrick do that? Unless - he did get
married to someone else and superimposed your head on the picture when it went
wrong. I mean the marriage went wrong. What do you think?”
“It’s a theory I suppose. We are going
to have to do some digging.”
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