‘You said something?’
‘I haven’t seen you in Betty’s Cafe for ages.’
I avoid you, Sheila. I slipped up this morning. You were witty. Now you’re boring.
‘I’ve signed you up for the fete’s cake stall again. Your fruit cake is marvellous.’
Doreen smiled. She’d laced the cake with brandy and laughed when the never-touch-a-drop Sheila bought it.
That was when Sheila was witty. Three slices of that cake in one go achieved that.
It was time to replenish the brandy supplies then.