Sali glanced at her watch. It was past eleven and, the only time she had sat down since midday dinner was for ten minutes at the tea table. Rhian massaged her back as she stood upright. ‘Don’t forget to clean Owen’s boots when he comes in. He can’t stand seeing his boots dirty in the morning.’ ‘What time do you get up?’ ‘Five. We breakfast at half past so Owen can be at the slaughterhouse by six. The best carcasses go first and he likes to get in early.’ ‘Thank you,’ Sali said, as they climbed the stairs. ‘For what?’ Rhian asked. ‘Helping me. I could never have made that tripe and onions.’ ‘Ssh,’ Rhian lowered her voice, although Owen had yet to return from his chapel meeting. ‘Just be grateful that Iestyn was around to keep an eye on the shop for ten minutes while I helped you. It’s always slow on a Tuesday afternoon. You won’t be so lucky on a Friday or Saturday.’ She shuddered as the front door opened and closed.
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