The Witches Page #3

You sit there while you drink your milk.

I'll be back in a moment.

How he's wept -

have you heard him?

- His first day, too.

- Yes.

Are you getting them sorted out?

I'm trying to,

but they all look alike.

That's the Heddaby face.

Inbred for centuries. Appalling.

- All except that rather darker one.

- Who? Ronnie Dowsett?

They're very thick those two.

Well, good luck to them.

- Do you like Heddaby?

- Yes, don't you?

Mmh, not to live in.

My boyfriend lives in town.

Still, it's very restful.

Good for the soul, as they say.

It's a nice place to get over things.

I mean, well, it's unhurried,

among nice simple people.

Well, all good fresh meat here,

Miss Mayfield.

None of that frozen stuff.

Leave that to the Eskimos, I say.

It chills good hot blood -

eh, my dear?

Speak for yourself,

she says.

How much?

Six bob.

Six shillings.

Oh, he's a right good 'un,

this one.

He'll jug out fine.

Just remember now

and do him good and slow.

There!

That's all.

Thank you.

- Good morning.

- Good morning, Miss Mayfield.

Hello.

- Good morning, Joe.

- Good morning, Miss Mayfield.

Good morning, Linda.

Good morning, Ronnie.

Good morning, Miss Mayfield.

- Here's your tuppence ha'penny change.

- Thank you.

- Oh, Miss Mayfield.

- Valerie.

A right old squash in there, eh?

Every Saturday.

Oh, give me your order, look,

and I'll bring it round later.

- Are you sure?

- I was going to finish off that bit of ironing.

- Oh, that's good of you, Valerie.

- l'vejust got to help my mum out first.

Hello there, Miss Mayfield.

- How's she making out?

- Oh, she spoils me.

- Won't let me lift a finger, Mrs Creek.

- That's right.

My Val was brought up to hard, work.

Eh, girl?

Oh, you're a terror, mum.

I can wind her

round my little finger, really.

- You give the game away.

Mum.

Did you see anything like that?

Linda Rigg, your granny was in here

looking for you not half an hour since.

- Granny?

- Left to run her own errands.

You better go and find her.

- Oh, I expect she just forgot.

- No, she never.

You tell her you're sorry.

And you, boy...

You let her go.

Did you see that then?

Courting!

Well, they were just looking

at the things.

Mere kids.

They'll take watching.

Oh, don't you worry, mum.

Miss Mayfield'll

keep an eye on 'em.

- I'll do what's right.

- Course you will. You lay it on.

- I'll bring these round later.

- Thank you.

- Ronnie.

- Yes, Miss?

Are you going my way?

I'd like to have a word with you.

About that essay

you wrote yesterday.

Oh?

It turned out to be more of a story

than an essay, didn't it?

- I suppose it did.

- Oh, don't worry about it. I liked it.

It was really quite remarkable

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