Overheard in the coffee shop at lunchtime, while queueing for my order. Two women, seated at a table in the back of the cafe. One with her back to the queue. The other, facing the front door, smoking and doing most of the talking.

“…ok, but you’ll only have yourself to blame when he shows up dead…”

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“…but of course Jackie and Paddy and Helen were on the run by then…”

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“…no, the first time he didn’t fall; they were having a massive row at the top of the stairs and she shoved him…”

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“…so I said, ‘no,’ I said, ‘I’m not telling you where to put your money and I’m not going out with you, neither!’…”

“….well, she thought he was dead, so she went to the pub, didn’t she?…”