Page 113 of From Best Friend to Bride
“It’s one thing to lie and say you’ve been given permission—it’s another thing entirely to forge someone’s signature and leave a paper trail of your lie. I also do random spot checks where I double check to see if it has been granted. It’s a system that’s worked well, thus far.”
Right.
That made sense.
“All righty, then,” I said. “May I borrow a pen, please?”
Myra handed me a pen from the pot on the other side of her desk, and I quickly filled it in for Louise. With that done, I left Myra and a very grateful Louise alone in the office to organise the changing of her shift.
Huh.
Look at me, doing countess stuff and shit.
I needed that on a t-shirt.
“You look proud of yourself,” Nana said, hobbling towards me while hanging off Granny’s arm. “What trouble have you caused this time?”
I gasped, pressing my hand to my chest. “Nana! How could you think so unkindly of me?”
“Quite easily,” Granny replied dryly. “Well, what did you do?”
“I helped someone who needed to change her shift at late notice,” I replied happily. “I had no idea what I was doing because Fred didn’t tell me a single thing, but I managed to do it without yelling, crying, or anyone getting hurt.”
Granny blinked at me. “So, you signed a permission form.”
“I didn’t know they existed until about five minutes ago. I also didn’t panic. Don’t I get some props for that?”
She patted me on the cheek warmly. “Yes, sweetie. And let me know when that rotten bugger gets back from Windermere, because I’m going to tell him off for not teaching his wife how things work around here.”
“Myra already said she’s going to report him to Aunt Vi.”
“Sounds like an excuse to gang up on him. Excellent,” Granny continued.
Nana coughed, and we both shot her a look.
“Nana, are you okay?”
She nodded, waving off my concern. “Just a bit of hay fever playing havoc with my sinuses,” she explained.
“Have you got medicine for it? Do you need me to go and get you something?”
“No, I—”
“If you aren’t busy, Deli, dear, that would be great,” Granny said, cutting Nana off. “I called Dr Anthony this morning and he sent a prescription through to the pharmacy. It should be ready about now.”
“No, of course. I’ll get changed and go now.” I flapped my hands for a moment, looking side to side, then darted off towards my room.
Good thing I didn’t need to go to work yet.
I threw the pharmacy bag full of medication down onto the table in front of the grandmas. “This isn’t hay fever medication. It’s antibiotics.”
Both of them looked away, the shameless cows.
“Well? Aren’t you going to explain yourselves?” I looked between them both with my hands resting on my hips, the picture of intimidation.
I hoped so, anyway.
“Nana? Granny? I’m talking to you.”
