Fighting fire with a blowtorch
JUNE sat at a table facing the path that led through the garden to the tea house. She waited till she caught sight of Carol before raising the serviette to her nose and giving a resounding blow which startled the pigeons out of the nearby trees.
Carol’s precise eyebrows met in a frown as she approached.
“Whatever is the matter, June? Why did you ask me to meet you here?”
June wiped her eyes but waited till Carol was seated – and had issued very specific orders to the waitress as to the temperature, ratio and quantities of ingredients for the cappuccinos she ordered – before she replied.
“I think Don is cheating on me!” she blurted out, watching Carol’s eyebrows fly up like the recently startled birds. “What? What makes you think that?”
“Oh, I
