She had trouble getting the right money out of her purse. "No. No credit, Madam," the off-licence owner said because she'd spent too much on a bouquet.
"Um... half b-bottle, then. Yes the whisky! ...pl-please."
Sweating, she fumbled in her purse. Finally, her trembling fingers surrendered and she emptied its contents onto the counter. The shopkeeper picked up the coins while she opened the small bottle and gulped noisily. Grimacing, she remembered she hated whisky.
Outside the shop, muttering to herself about prices, she stared in at the man. She watched him watching her, shaking his head.
Neville Hunt about 1 month ago
Well... he got a sale didn’t he... the hypocrite! Also, if she doesn’t like whisky, then that might help her get a grip of the drinking problem.