” Don’t ‘just what’ me. My milkshake had a cherry on top of it when I got it. It was still there when I set it down and before you came in. Now that you’re in my office it’s missing. There ain’t but the two of us in here, so where the hell did it go?”

“Don’t look at me, love. I hate sweet things. And cherry’s not my sorta thing to eat. Quite certain it was there? That no one else wandered in and nicked it? Wouldn’t put it past some of this lot to try that sort of thing.”
“ Huh! Criminal… nicest thing I’ve been called today… ” Ordinarily she’d bristle at such a classification. But why give...
“Well… Yeah, I would. I’d be doing with a smile then at least.” “Maybe a performance score and a mock applause for good...