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However, as is often the case, she was right. Well, about the need to employ some muscle in the team, not wrapping her fingers around my throat. An unexpected warm glow filled my chest as I parked up at the front of the Rose and Crown. Despite the daily drama, it was good to be working with Sharon. She will always be the yin to my yang.<\/p>\n

OceanofPDF.com The Hovel Larry had opened the door to let us in. We found Ms Willow sobbing on the bottom step of the hall stairs. Barry passed her a toilet roll to dry her tears. She pulled some sheets off and dabbed at her face. The white paper turned inky-black in her hands. When she looked up, we could see why. Make-up pooled around her eye sockets and streamed down her cheeks. \u201cShould have worn waterproof mascara.\u201d An attempt at a grin pursed her red lips.<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you for coming.\u201d Sharon squeezed herself in on the step beside her. \u201cIt\u2019s okay, sweetie. We\u2019re here now. Shall we go somewhere more comfortable to talk?\u201d Pussy shook her head. \u201cThe boys weren’t expecting visitors.\u201d The \u2018boys\u2019 shuffled off, apologising for the mess and requesting we give them a few minutes before following them into the lounge. Sharon sat perplexed. \u201cBut they\u2019ve had over an hour. How bad can it be?\u201d Pussy laughed. \u201cOh, it\u2019s bad.<\/p>\n

They\u2019re really sweet guys, but their hygiene is not the greatest.\u201d I rested my weary upper body on the newel post while we waited. \u201cMust have been hard for you to stay here when your flat is so immaculate.\u201d \u201cWhy do you keep it like that? I don\u2019t see white minimalist when I look at you. You are maximist to the nines.\u201d Sharon cosied up to her new best friend as she spoke. \u201cLook at you! You\u2019re not a woman to be contained in a black-and-white prison.<\/p>\n

You are colourful and full of life.\u201d She lifted away a peroxide curl stuck to Pussy\u2019s fake lash. \u201cHey, you\u2019re larger than life!\u201d \u201cWell, the girls certainly are.\u201d Pussy plumped up her surgically enhanced bosom. Their ability to defy gravity was impressive. \u201cBut, Honey, you\u2019re right on the money. I have to keep it like that. I love my bedroom. Barely touch the rest of the space.\u201d \u201cBut why? I would love to own such a beautiful apartment.<\/p>\n

Seems a waste to confine yourself to one room.\u201d \u201cOh, Sugar Cakes. That\u2019s because I don\u2019t own the flat. I have a friend. He lets me stay there. But he also rents it out sometimes and then I have to pack up my stuff. AirBnB it, you know. He makes so much money. I greet the guests and go back to my room. At first, I would have my stuff around the place, but it became too much of a hassle, so I only spread out on the sofa occasionally, or when I have a visitor.<\/p>\n

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Text Copyright \u00a9 2024 Penelope Cress and Steve Higgs Publisher: Greenfield Press Ltd The right of Penelope Cress and Steve Higgs to be identified as author of the Work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 All rights reserved. The book is copyright material and must not be copied, reproduced, transferred, distributed, leased, licensed or publicly performed or used in any way except as specifically permitted in writing by the publishers, as allowed under the terms and conditions under which it was purchased or as strictly permitted by applicable copyright law.<\/p>\n

Any unauthorised distribution or use of this text may be a direct infringement of the author\u2019s and publisher\u2019s rights and those responsible may be liable in law accordingly. \u2018Death of an Ice Cream Salesman\u2019 is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organisations, places, events and incidents either are the product of the author\u2019s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locations is entirely coincidental. OceanofPDF.com Table of Contents: Old Friends Blast from the Past Bleep, bleep, bleep The Golden Key Frosty Fred Good Morning Starshine Hector Mrs Harris Friends and Lovers Salad Days Gary, Barry, and Larry Adrenaline Rush Back at the Office I am George The Hovel Me, Myself, and I Maple Twist The Show Must Go On Lottie Return to Elmley Daddikins Mimosas The Witch The Man with the Dragon Tattoo Breakfast at Sharon\u2019s Birds of a Feather The Nag\u2019s Head Mel\u2019s First Day Cadwalader Saint or Sinner?<\/p>\n

Going on a Bear Hunt What\u2019s Next for Mike? Other books by Penelope and Steve Free Books and More OceanofPDF.com Old Friends I stuffed the sympathy card into my breast pocket. I couldn’t risk that my ex-wife, Sharon, might recognise the initials \u2018J. K\u2019. scrawled within. When she recovered, of course. Right now, she was lying in a faint on the office floor. Receiving a macabre gift of an old doll with a makeshift noose around its porcelain neck was enough of a scare for one day. There was no need to add that the sender was my arch-nemesis, John Kilmer.<\/p>\n

Sharon stirred at my feet. Her eyes blinked. She wiped a dribble of drool from the corner of her mouth. Suspicions of said Mr Kilmer would have to wait.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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