“Try that cupboard.” John knew that wasn’t where the sugar was kept, but the new girl had a decent arse. Shame about her face though. This cup of tea would be the decider. If it was decent, she could stay.
Maybe he could just convince her that a paper bag was part of the uniform.
“There’s nothing in here but rat poison and a half-empty packet of sponges,” she said, turning to face him and holding them as if such finds needed to be properly assessed before moving on.
“Right,” John said. Dumb as a bag of rocks too, it seemed. [continue]
