Dear Prudence
‘I’ll take care of your coat for you, Prudence,’ I offered as I helped her remove her fur jacket. ‘Thanks, Mike,’ she smiled. ‘I’ll see you at the bar after you’ve finished that little chore.’ That was when I noticed Steve Watkins and Barry Reynolds standing between me and the coat room. I could barely conceal my distaste as I attempted to walk around them to hang Prudence’s fur. ‘Did I hear you call your wife ‘Prudence’, Mikey?’ laughed Steve. ‘That’s a name you don’t hear very often. In...