was Saturday and the town clock chimed half-pastmidday. The people hurrying past the shop were toopreoccupied with thoughts of lunch to hover and gaze asthey usually did at the radios and televisions and electricalequipment on display in the window.Elise tugged her handbag from underneath the counter andopened the door into the office at the back of the shop. Her employer, Phil Pollard, was at his desk checking invoicesagainst goods received.
He glanced up, his round boyish face with its smoothcheeks and high colour crinkling characteristically into asmile.'Going home?'Elise nodded, thinking he looked younger than his yearsdespite his thickening figure, and she knew that where she,his part-time assistant, was concerned, he traded on thefact. He had never given up hope that one day he wouldpersuade her to marry him.He lifted his hand, still holding a batch of invoices. 'Right,see you Monday. Enjoy your weekend. Doing anything