Wicked SECRETS
It is fair to say that there is a lull in business at the charity shop. In fact, this sudden and unforeseen downturn in trading conditions is so pronounced that my colleague Grace abandons the safety of the counter every so often, goes to the door, and peers out into the street.
‘What are you planning to do? Drag somebody in and force them to buy a tree mug?’
‘I’m gathering intelligence.’
‘And what have you gathered exactly?’
‘That it’s very quiet
