“No, it wasn’t raining, but the bright blue sky and big fluffy clouds were accompanied by the sort of wind that ruined a perfectly good hair day. I was suddenly grateful for my hat and the fact that I had put no effort into my hair that morning. The shop wasn’t open for business yet, so I locked the door behind me and followed the sound of the music coming from the back room. Viv was there, using a steam iron on a length of wide dark brown ribbon. She glanced up when I came in and then frown...ed. “How did it go?” she asked. “Not good,” I said. I slumped onto a seat at the table. Viv pushed a plate of raisin scones and a jar of clotted cream at me. Heaven. If there was one thing I had missed in the States, it was clotted cream on, well, everything. I slathered a bit of the cream on the top of the scone. Viv continued ironing while I chewed. She is more patient than me; I don’t know that I would have let her eat before telling me the news.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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