“You finally saw sense” he said. “Now demolition can proceed and the Mall will be built”.
“As if I’d much choice” she replied mournfully, looking around the room, at fifty years of memories.
“Still,” she said, “they do say that revenge is sweet. Unlike my tea…”
He looked at his empty cup.
“Tell me,” she asked, her face melting into a rainbow of colours, “have you ever tried Peyote?”