pounce. She stood unbalanced in the road, a bottle
of vodka in each hand and a ripped bag of sanitary
towels at her feet.
‘I like a balanced diet myself.’ The idiot grinned.
She was still forcing the bottles into her handbag when her
bus arrived and the onboard passengers gave her a
mixture of glances, from amused to contemptuous.
She gave the vodka a final shove deeper into her
large purse and then went to read the bus notice
board. Perhaps a trip to Greenwich to check out
the card’s address might be a good precaution after
all. Just to check things out.
~ ~ ~
Bell Lane turned out to be a side street so small it was
barely an alcove. Instead of the usual Chinese
medicine signs announcing miraculous assistance
with baldness, infertility and 'man power' the
windows of Number 3 were tinted plain black and
a discrete plate by the doorbell said simply, 'Dr
Lee. Forever Free'.
This was stupid, absurd. Just because some nutter at the
office had it in for the occasional social glass was
no reason to jump. Social? her treasonous mind
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