“Hello my love. All right ? Have you been busy ?”
“It’s been nonstop all week.”
“Look how dark it is out there!”
“I know, it’s terrible isn’t it ?”
“Cheerio my love. Have a nice week. Keep the change my love.”
She watches them tiredly for a moment as they hesitate in the doorway looking out into the black rain, the car park, the blurry lights. Then she starts brusquely straightening the little round tables with their blue tablecloths and dark blue enamel-painted chairs.
“I’ll put it in the box,” she says softly to herself.