It was a few days after the Twitchers Association sandwiches and the new bread supplier was proving reliable and reasonably priced. The guy who delivered the bread was called Robert and he was at least sixty. George was confident he wouldn’t try to hit on her. ‘Basically everything then. I’ll check the bookings, see what we need for those and get down the cash and carry,’ George told Marisa. George’s phone beeped and Marisa raised her eyebrows. ‘Your phone’s never gone off this much ever. It’s like going off every ten minutes,’ Marisa exclaimed. George picked it up and looked at it. Need 2 c u recreation ground ten minutes Q x George deleted the message and looked up at the clock. ‘Why did you look at the clock?’ Marisa enquired. ‘To see what time it is,’ George replied, putting her coat on. ‘Are you going to the cash and carry now?’ Marisa asked as George put her phone in her coat pocket. ‘No, I er, think we’re out of milk for coffee. I’ll just pop out and get some,’ George said, going to the door and letting herself out.
