been removed – they were one happy band of novice wood-turners.
As Beth waved her goodbyes she headed for the motorbike parking area and there she spotted Jack. He was on the phone and looking over the pink moped. What was he up to now?
Beth gripped the helmet tightly, pulled back her shoulders and strode over to Jack.
‘Problem?’ she asked.
‘Ah, ignore this message, Petra, Beth has turned up and I think that solves the puzzle. Bye.’ He ended the call and looked apologetically at Beth. ‘Sorry, I recognized the moped and thought someone had stolen it, because I knew Petra was working. But I’m guessing you’ve borrowed it.’
‘Well, I haven’t stolen it if that’s what you’re thinking!’
Jack’s expression was pained. ‘I didn’t think you had.’ He slapped a smile on his face. ‘So are you doing an evening class?’
‘Yes, wood-turning.’ She watched him closely for a reaction.
‘Wow, that’s a real skill.’
‘How about you?’
He looked at the ground. ‘Just a meeting, nothing as much fun as wood-turning. Anyway I’d better get back.’
Beth took a deep breath as he was about to walk away. ‘So are you dyslexic?’
There was a pause as Jack slowly spun back to look at her, his face crumpled in thought. ‘Er, no, why?’
‘In that case it means you must have been at the domestic violence support group.’ Beth stepped forward; she wasn’t sure why but she felt like she was going head to head with him. His facial expression changed rapidly in a few short moments.
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