From where I sit, I can hear everything that happens outside the shop. And see everything. All I wanted to know was how these three were related because they clearly were. They were familiar; they knew each other because they finished each other’s sentences and commanded the group while ignoring each other’s commands to achieve the same thing.
She had left something at home.
‘God, where is it then.’
The other she, and the accompanying he, stood and looked at the culprit, who was on her phone.
‘Might as well go home.’
‘The phone looked up. ‘We don’t even need it. Stop frothing.’
‘God.’ They all turned away from each other.
He got back in the car. The young women looked at each other. One came up to the door and looked in.
‘God. It’s a book shop.’
She returned to culprit, and they both stood looking down at her phone. Culprit was chewing gum fast.
‘Stop looking like that.’
‘We’re going home. Get in the car.’
So they didn’t come into the shop and buy a book. They went home. I watched them through the window in the front room. When they drove off, he was smiling.
Illustration by Jack Vittriano