Please make a Research roll Des.  |
Miss Driffield, looks at you expectantly, if somewhat dreamily. Is there anything else you want to do here?
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Skipper - In the cafe
"Oh, she scarpered as everyone found out about how corrupt he was," one of the old dears replies. "You know small towns: gossip spreads like wildfire and it was pretty obvious he was on the take when you think back. She saw the writing on the wall - Mr. Williams told me he saw her packing her bags in the taxi with a face like a sour lemon. The whole business has caused a big scandal - this used to be a nice, quiet town."
“Well, there was that weirdo that used to hang around the school before the new one was built. When was that, the seventies? Someone told me he got hit crossing the road.”
“And I remember our Edith telling me about that GI who got that girl pregnant during the war and then did her in. I suppose they whisked him away before anyone could get hold of him.”
"Oh yeah, and there was that woman, wasn’t there? Used to beat her kiddies? Went out to pick them up from school but vanished. Best thing for the poor mites I reckon.”
They finish up their bara brith, dabbing their mouths daintily with napkins, before draining the cups.
"Anyway, nice speaking to you. we must get on - Countdown starts in a minute."
