woman was; she looked past the woman’s close cropped blonde hair and gazed at the strip light. Debra couldn’t feel anything now; she felt at peace, it was time to close her eyes.
Just before the Debra drew her final breath, a peculiar sound penetrated her dying mind. It sounded a bit like a litter of hungry puppies, followed by the noise of pattering feet.
Chapter Nine
That Emma may have short fat legs but she sure knew how to use them. Joanie watched in amusement as Emma and Tessa both pelted out of the off licence. The shopkeeper flew out of the door a couple of seconds later; he knew how to use his legs as well.
Joanie just had to giggle at the sight of the three of them racing through the crowded town centre.
“You really are a naughty girl,” said Joanie.
She clapped and laughed when the shopkeeper pushed past a slow pensioner and almost collided with a bus stop. He must have heard her as he turned around and gave Joanie a glare that was just dripping with malice.
“Oh goody, the pissed off man is up for a bit of aggro.” She watched him head towards her. “Oh yeah, bring it on.”
The shopkeeper suddenly stopped and jerked back as the old woman reached across and grabbed the top of his arm. She then proceeded to give him a right mouthful whilst pointing at her grocery shopping spilling out of her dropped shopping bag and in particular, the box of smashed eggs beside the woman’s feet.
Joanie so enjoyed his discomfort, it made her feel tons better, this distraction helped her to stop dwelling on her gran’s odd behaviour. She still hadn’t spent any of the money, God it felt weird having so much cash about her person. Ironically, it had been Joanie’s reluctance to spend any of her unexpected bonus that had given her the idea for this set up.
The scarlet faced shopkeeper had somehow managed to calm the pensioner down. He now continued his trek towards Joanie. He really did look upset.
“You were with those two.” He said, stopping in front of her. “I know you were so don’t lie to me, girl.”
Joanie grinned, “Oh yes, yes I was.”
Judging from his astonished expression, her bold answer had put Mr. Angry on the back foot. He obviously thought that she’d deny the accusation.
“In that case, you’re going to pay for what they’ve stolen out of my shop.”
“That is not going to happen,” she replied, shaking her head. Joanie flashed him a bright, sunny smile. “I’m not their keeper. You should have run faster. It isn’t my fault that you’re out of shape is it?”
“You cheeky little bastard!” He grabbed Joanie’s arm. “You’re going to wait in my shop while I call the police.”
“Look at all these people looking at us. If you don’t let go, I’m going to scream rape and shout that you grabbed my tits.”
The man paused and licked his lips. Was he foolish enough to call her bluff? God, she hoped so.
“I’ve got your face on camera,” he said, releasing her arm.
Joanie felt so betrayed as Mr. Angry spun around and hurried back to his shop. “I’ve seen you around here before, you obnoxious bitch and if I see you around here again, you’ll regret it.”
She stuck her tongue out and sighed when he disappeared in his shop, shut the door and locked it. Maybe she should have gone with him. After all, he did bite. He’d have felt more secure in his shop, it would have given her more opportunity for entertainment, knowing that he was no longer frightened of potential customers overhearing.
Joanie thrust her hands deep into her jacket pockets and made her way towards their pre-arranged rendezvous point. Her black cloud had returned with a vengeance. She’d fluffed it. Joanie had found a biter and she’d let him go. All she had to look forward to now was her two pissed off friends.
A slight smile played upon her lips, thinking of all the horrid names that those two would be calling her. Joanie had told those two idiots that the shop owner only had one
Just before the Debra drew her final breath, a peculiar sound penetrated her dying mind. It sounded a bit like a litter of hungry puppies, followed by the noise of pattering feet.
Chapter Nine
That Emma may have short fat legs but she sure knew how to use them. Joanie watched in amusement as Emma and Tessa both pelted out of the off licence. The shopkeeper flew out of the door a couple of seconds later; he knew how to use his legs as well.
Joanie just had to giggle at the sight of the three of them racing through the crowded town centre.
“You really are a naughty girl,” said Joanie.
She clapped and laughed when the shopkeeper pushed past a slow pensioner and almost collided with a bus stop. He must have heard her as he turned around and gave Joanie a glare that was just dripping with malice.
“Oh goody, the pissed off man is up for a bit of aggro.” She watched him head towards her. “Oh yeah, bring it on.”
The shopkeeper suddenly stopped and jerked back as the old woman reached across and grabbed the top of his arm. She then proceeded to give him a right mouthful whilst pointing at her grocery shopping spilling out of her dropped shopping bag and in particular, the box of smashed eggs beside the woman’s feet.
Joanie so enjoyed his discomfort, it made her feel tons better, this distraction helped her to stop dwelling on her gran’s odd behaviour. She still hadn’t spent any of the money, God it felt weird having so much cash about her person. Ironically, it had been Joanie’s reluctance to spend any of her unexpected bonus that had given her the idea for this set up.
The scarlet faced shopkeeper had somehow managed to calm the pensioner down. He now continued his trek towards Joanie. He really did look upset.
“You were with those two.” He said, stopping in front of her. “I know you were so don’t lie to me, girl.”
Joanie grinned, “Oh yes, yes I was.”
Judging from his astonished expression, her bold answer had put Mr. Angry on the back foot. He obviously thought that she’d deny the accusation.
“In that case, you’re going to pay for what they’ve stolen out of my shop.”
“That is not going to happen,” she replied, shaking her head. Joanie flashed him a bright, sunny smile. “I’m not their keeper. You should have run faster. It isn’t my fault that you’re out of shape is it?”
“You cheeky little bastard!” He grabbed Joanie’s arm. “You’re going to wait in my shop while I call the police.”
“Look at all these people looking at us. If you don’t let go, I’m going to scream rape and shout that you grabbed my tits.”
The man paused and licked his lips. Was he foolish enough to call her bluff? God, she hoped so.
“I’ve got your face on camera,” he said, releasing her arm.
Joanie felt so betrayed as Mr. Angry spun around and hurried back to his shop. “I’ve seen you around here before, you obnoxious bitch and if I see you around here again, you’ll regret it.”
She stuck her tongue out and sighed when he disappeared in his shop, shut the door and locked it. Maybe she should have gone with him. After all, he did bite. He’d have felt more secure in his shop, it would have given her more opportunity for entertainment, knowing that he was no longer frightened of potential customers overhearing.
Joanie thrust her hands deep into her jacket pockets and made her way towards their pre-arranged rendezvous point. Her black cloud had returned with a vengeance. She’d fluffed it. Joanie had found a biter and she’d let him go. All she had to look forward to now was her two pissed off friends.
A slight smile played upon her lips, thinking of all the horrid names that those two would be calling her. Joanie had told those two idiots that the shop owner only had one
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