back. The man fell on his stomach, stumbled to his feet and rubbed his arm. Still holding a stunned look, he ambled to a rusty white car parked close by, got inside and left. Godfree took the registration number.
A little crowd had gathered.
The white haired woman standing close spoke. “Thanks, son. That trash’s a brawler. Why didn’t you break his legs?”
Rose stared at Godfree.
“Was that karate of kung fu?” someone spoke.
A table owner added. “You took care of the problem, mate.”
Godfree took Rose’s arm, led her behind a row of tables. “You ok?”
She nodded. “Yeah.”
“Want to sit somewhere for a while?”
“My car.”
He led her away. When they stopped at her car, she removed her keys from her bag, pressed the remote, unlocked the car, got into the vehicle and arranged her skirt. He moved to the passenger side, sat and closed the door. Checked the inside of the car. It was spotless. She observed him.
“That guy wet himself. You saw that?”
“Yeah.”
“What did you say to him?”
“Nothing proper for a lady’s ears.”
“He believed you.” She laughed. “That loser’s preparing to leave town. Guess he’ll take the ferry at Dover, cross to Europe and hide for a while. I can’t deny he had got me worried. Good you were around.”
“Glad to be of service.”
“He thought you would break his arms. Want to say thanks. I’m sorry for what I said to you. For a moment I believed you were a coward who sold me for fifty bucks. That was one of the worst moments in my life.” She gave him a quick hug. “You sure had me fooled.”
“I would be mad too if a guy sold me for fifty bucks.”
“You could have mentioned a higher figure. So I’m only worth fifty?”
He grinned. “Next time I’ll mention a hundred. He called you horrible names. Couldn’t just stand by for that. So you do own a skirt?”
She laughed. “Borrowed one. Does it fit? You haven’t told me yet.”
“It does. You look best in skirts.”
“Don’t mind being insulted like that daily. So you know karate?”
“A little.”
“Ever the modest guy. You’re a black belt?”
“Yes.”
“You never told me that part of your life. What else are you hiding?”
“You know all about me now, even the scars on my back.”
“What are you buying?”
He told her of the tools he needed for the shed at his allotment. How long had he owned it? Just two months. Did she own one too? No. Her mother did. She grew vegetables and was good at it too. Her, she liked eating the crops.
“You got to be good at something.”
“Sure. What do you grow in your own allotment? Marijuana?”
He lowered his voice, sneaked glances outside. “Not so loud now. Did you know there was such a huge market for the weed? I can’t even meet local demand. It’s a lucrative business. I’m taking millions here. Should be driving that Lamborghini soon.”
“Mm. May I join, make extra bucks on the side too?”
“I’ll give it consideration. We’re a really tight-knit group. Got to make sure you aren’t a police spy.”
She reached for her door. “Let’s look for stuff before it’s finished. I’m not worried. If that thug comes back, I got you. You’ll break his arms for me.”
“Just say the word.”
“Come on then, bodyguard.”
She alighted from the car, came over to his side as he closed the door, locked the car with the remote and glanced at the sky.
“It’s a fine day.”
“Yeah.”
They headed to the tables, checked out drilling machines and batteries. She picked several, asked the prices. She settled on one, haggled on the price with the seller before she they settled on a figure and then nodded at Godfree.
“Get this one.”
The seller pointed out she was a hard one at bargains.
Rose nodded. “That’s why my boyfriend wants me with him.”
She asked Godfree what else he wanted. He left her to the bargains. She bought stuff for her dad. Later she pointed out she had got everything. He had
A little crowd had gathered.
The white haired woman standing close spoke. “Thanks, son. That trash’s a brawler. Why didn’t you break his legs?”
Rose stared at Godfree.
“Was that karate of kung fu?” someone spoke.
A table owner added. “You took care of the problem, mate.”
Godfree took Rose’s arm, led her behind a row of tables. “You ok?”
She nodded. “Yeah.”
“Want to sit somewhere for a while?”
“My car.”
He led her away. When they stopped at her car, she removed her keys from her bag, pressed the remote, unlocked the car, got into the vehicle and arranged her skirt. He moved to the passenger side, sat and closed the door. Checked the inside of the car. It was spotless. She observed him.
“That guy wet himself. You saw that?”
“Yeah.”
“What did you say to him?”
“Nothing proper for a lady’s ears.”
“He believed you.” She laughed. “That loser’s preparing to leave town. Guess he’ll take the ferry at Dover, cross to Europe and hide for a while. I can’t deny he had got me worried. Good you were around.”
“Glad to be of service.”
“He thought you would break his arms. Want to say thanks. I’m sorry for what I said to you. For a moment I believed you were a coward who sold me for fifty bucks. That was one of the worst moments in my life.” She gave him a quick hug. “You sure had me fooled.”
“I would be mad too if a guy sold me for fifty bucks.”
“You could have mentioned a higher figure. So I’m only worth fifty?”
He grinned. “Next time I’ll mention a hundred. He called you horrible names. Couldn’t just stand by for that. So you do own a skirt?”
She laughed. “Borrowed one. Does it fit? You haven’t told me yet.”
“It does. You look best in skirts.”
“Don’t mind being insulted like that daily. So you know karate?”
“A little.”
“Ever the modest guy. You’re a black belt?”
“Yes.”
“You never told me that part of your life. What else are you hiding?”
“You know all about me now, even the scars on my back.”
“What are you buying?”
He told her of the tools he needed for the shed at his allotment. How long had he owned it? Just two months. Did she own one too? No. Her mother did. She grew vegetables and was good at it too. Her, she liked eating the crops.
“You got to be good at something.”
“Sure. What do you grow in your own allotment? Marijuana?”
He lowered his voice, sneaked glances outside. “Not so loud now. Did you know there was such a huge market for the weed? I can’t even meet local demand. It’s a lucrative business. I’m taking millions here. Should be driving that Lamborghini soon.”
“Mm. May I join, make extra bucks on the side too?”
“I’ll give it consideration. We’re a really tight-knit group. Got to make sure you aren’t a police spy.”
She reached for her door. “Let’s look for stuff before it’s finished. I’m not worried. If that thug comes back, I got you. You’ll break his arms for me.”
“Just say the word.”
“Come on then, bodyguard.”
She alighted from the car, came over to his side as he closed the door, locked the car with the remote and glanced at the sky.
“It’s a fine day.”
“Yeah.”
They headed to the tables, checked out drilling machines and batteries. She picked several, asked the prices. She settled on one, haggled on the price with the seller before she they settled on a figure and then nodded at Godfree.
“Get this one.”
The seller pointed out she was a hard one at bargains.
Rose nodded. “That’s why my boyfriend wants me with him.”
She asked Godfree what else he wanted. He left her to the bargains. She bought stuff for her dad. Later she pointed out she had got everything. He had
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