The Coffee Morining
“Do you want some chocolate cake?” Jenny asked from the counter.“No, I’m on a diet,” lied Sandra convincingly, “so just make it a low fat cappuccino as well, will you.”“Coming right up.”The other wives called it ‘The Club’. In reality it was the same coffee bar just off the high street. All designer blends in sacks, trendy lounge music and pictures of smiling Aztecs on the walls. Their part of ‘the club’ was a high panelled area at the back where the 12 or so women would co-ordinate the...