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so far so I feel justified calling it a day and
heading towards the bus stop to return home.
    ‘Hey,
Davy, wait!’ At the sound of my name I turn to see Candy Staton from the
factory waving at me from across the road. She’s dressed in skinny jeans and
high heeled boots revealing a figure that would make Beyonce weep. Holding
several shopping bags waist high she zig-zags between cars only too pleased to
slow down so she can pass in front. The envy of every male driver when she
stops right in front of me is palpable. She looks really pleased to see me,
large brown eyes dancing beneath long dark lashes; I only hope she can’t tell
how pleased I am to see her.
    ‘Hey
stranger.’
    I
try to think of something clever to say but conscious of looking even more of a
moron if I stand there and say nothing I mumble ‘ Right back atcha .’ and
prepare to go on my way.
    ‘You
in a rush or something?’ Candy asks and I may have imagined it but I thought I
saw a look of disappointment flicker across her face.
    ‘No,’
I shrug, pleased that she wants to talk to me but non-plussed as to what to
talk about. Candy looks up the street in the direction I’ve come from and her
eyes fall onto the greasy spoon I’d just left. ‘Fancy a coffee?’
    I’m
amazed she’s even considering going in there, she strikes me as a mocha latte
frappe kind of girl and I’m sure as hell she’ll not get one of them in there.
    ‘OK,
my treat though.’ I say magnanimously, taking some of the bags from her as we
walk into the café together. I’ve no idea how I’m going to pay as the only
money I have is owed to Mickey Plastic but then I have an idea. ‘You sit down,’
I instruct her confidently, ‘I’ll bring you a coffee over.’ It’s the most I’d
ever said to her but I need her to be out of earshot when I approach the café
owner for the second time that day.
    He
looks up as I walked towards the counter.
    ‘I
said I’d give you a call.’ He says tersely and I think for a moment I may have
read him wrong. ‘Look,’ I say quietly, ‘I won’t let you down, I’ll turn up on
time every day, I’ll even bring you new customers.’ I look over at Candy and
wiggle my fingers like we were big pals. The guy does all he can to stop his
jaw from dropping, and this time when he looks at me there’s a glint of
something I’m not used to seeing when people look at me – respect.
    ‘The
thing is,’ I hesitate, then remind myself that apart from my bus fare the only
money I have is the loan from Aunt Jude and I’m not about to jeopardise that.
If I have to work an hour unpaid to pay for Candy’s drink then it’s worth a
punt.
    ‘Ye’re
kidding me right?’ he asks when I explain, ‘I’ve not even said you’ve got the
job and you’re asking me for a sub?’ I smile back at him sheepishly, I suppose
if you look at it like that it does seem a bit rich but I’m smitten, and
desperate, and a man will do anything in those circumstances.
    A
further glance at Candy seems to make up his mind. ‘Monday morning, 9a.m.
sharp,’ he mutters gruffly while wiping his hands down the front of his apron
and splitting a sachet of instant cappuccino into two mugs.
    ‘You
must be my lucky charm today,’ I say when I return to Candy’s table with two
steaming drinks and a chocolate bar, Now you’re taking the piss, was my
new boss’s response to that request. ‘I’ve just got myself a job.’
    ‘What,
here?’ Candy laughs and I feel embarrassed for a minute, but then her hand
flies to her mouth in an instant, ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that!’ she
begins, then, ‘Look, I don’t know how I meant it to be truthful. After the
other day I wasn’t sure I’d even see you again.’
    ‘Ye
do know I hadn’t done anything?’ I say defensively, ‘The cops pulled me in
because they were bored and it’s a case of let’s go and tug Davy , remind
‘em who’s top dog round ‘ere. Ye get that don’t ye?’ She looks alarmed and