Chapter Sixty-Seven. Cal.
“Two lots, with batter, two small lots with batter, and a small plate of chips with fish bites. Two cups of tea, three orange juices, and a couple of rounds of bread and butter, please,” I say to the lass behind the counter. I decided to get Marnie fish bites, as they are smaller and easier for her to manage herself than trying to pull apart a fish. It worked with my two when they were her age.
“Are you eating in or out?” she asks me.
“Inside,” I smile at her, as she plates.
I turn to smile at Mabel, who is sitting on the long blue melamine table. This place is clean, nice, but not a fancy restaurant by any stretch of the imagination, and I hope she Is not too disappointed that I cannot take her somewhere posh. Although from the smile I get in return, I th
