‘I don’t know – this evening, I suppose.’ ‘She was still alive when she spoke to Martha – when?’ Fran looked round at her friends. ‘While we were on our way back here,’ said Guy. ‘It’s got to be connected,’ said Libby. Greta shook her head. ‘Poor Sally. I liked her.’ ‘She could be a bit much,’ said Tom. ‘In what way?’ asked Fran. ‘She was what Tom would call a ball-breaker,’ said Greta, pulling a face. ‘That doesn’t go down too well in Turkey.’ ‘I’ve seen some formidable women out here,’ said Peter. ‘I’d say they rule the roost.’ ‘Within the family,’ said Tom. ‘Ah, family.’ Jimmy came up behind the bar, shaking his head. ‘Sally, she had no family.’ ‘So she was a bit independent?’ asked Libby. ‘Did it all on her own,’ said Greta. ‘Didn’t need a man.’ ‘Course she bloody did,’ came a growl from the corner. ‘Stupid woman.’ Everyone in the bar turned to Bushy Moustache in surprise. Pink Hair sighed and rolled her eyes.
