‘Course, Danielle. Must be…’
‘Twenty years. Last time, Jane, was at the Belvedere reunion. You remember. Gary fought Ian, as they did at school. Chairs went flying. It was only because they left the police weren’t called. I pitied their embarrassed wives.’
I never attended Belvedere. Its reputation wasn’t great then. It’s in special measures now. I’m trying to think where I met Jane recently.
Oh yes. I stopped her shoplifting last week. She said she’d forgotten to pay. Nobody believes that. I am wondering now.
I’m also realising something else.
People don’t recognise folk out of uniform.