MRS. TAIT


“Good morning Mrs. Tait!” I shouted cheerily as I descended the steps into the chinese gardens.

“Oh hello!” she shouted and waved from her stationary position amongst the dense shrubbery. Smiling cheerily also, handbag clasped against her imitation fur. No doubt she was wearing those furry-ankled, zip-up-the-front boots that women of her age prefer to wear, but I couldn’t see for the undergrowth.


THE NEXT DAY -


“Hello again Mrs. Tait!” I said, passing once more through the chinese garden on my way to the park.

“Oh hello.” she shouted from the same position in the shrubbery.

“Cold today!” I shouted

“Yessss….” she replied.

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