Pinched, Pilfered and a Pitchfork (We're Not Dead Yet Club Book 4) by Barker Constance

Author:Barker, Constance [Barker, Constance]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2017-05-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine – The Boy in the Buggy

A short way down the road, there was another town – a lovely looking place consisting of no more than twenty or so houses, a small town meeting hall beneath a tall clock tower and a couple of shops. The three of us ladies were keen to press on, but Percy – who had developed something of a mild huff since Hazel convinced him to drive us all the way to the Graber Farm – seemed to have found some sort of backbone and insisted on pulling over so he could enjoy an afternoon nap.

Leaving Percy to his sleep, we decided to take a stroll out in the town where we found a nice little coffee shop sitting snugly beside a small florist. It was Ida May’s turn to buy the coffee. She marched quickly inside leaving Hazel and me to grab a table out on the street. As it turned out, there were more than enough vacant tables that we didn’t really need to worry about reserving one and – seeing that it was such a beautiful day, Hazel and I decided to head into the florist to grab some flowers to take home with us.

The owner of the florist was an old woman – and I mean old by our standards. We were in our mid seventies at the time, but this woman must have been pushing ninety. And yet, she scooted back and forth behind the counter like a woman barely over thirty, cutting stalks and giftwrapping elaborate bouquets for the customers in front of us. As she did so, a young girl – probably no older than seventeen – sat beside the counter, doing her level best to ignore our arrival while her eyes were glued incessantly to her cellphone.

“Kids these days,” Hazel remarked as we finally reached the front of the queue, nodding coyly towards the girl who stared viciously back before returning to her phone. “How they have time to live with their eyes always on a screen, I’ll never know…”

The storeowner chuckled. “My granddaughter,” she explained. “She’s doing a couple of hours for me here and there. They call it work experience…”

“Do they?” Hazel replied, laughing heartily as though she’d just told the silliest joke. “Not much work going on if you ask me.”

“Apparently it’s the new thing,” the storeowner explained. “Dani – that’s my granddaughter – is trying to set me up with a website on the Web-Internet. She thinks it will bring me more business.”

Dani dragged her eyes away from her phone. “It will, grandma,” she replied earnestly. “It’s called the Future. Even the Amish are beginning to grasp the concept…”

Hazel paused, her eyes glancing over at me before she quickly scooted over beside Dani. “The Amish, eh?” she said, trying and failing to appear as nonchalant as possible. “I always thought they were more traditional than that.”

Dani shrugged, pocketing her phone and leaning back on the counter. “They’ve got to make a living, don't they?”

Hazel’s eyes narrowed.

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