Didi came back at lunch-time. She was late and tired. ‘Had a rush,’ she complained. ‘I had to help at the counter as well as the tables and my feet ache.’ She kicked off her shoes. ‘Can I get you something?’
‘Some coffee if you’re making it,’ said Annie, her head still bent over her notes.
‘Can do.’ Didi padded off to the kitchen. The sisters were fond of each other and happy in each other’s company most of the time.
‘Why didn’t you stay to eat at Max’s?’ Annie called after her.
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