What's The Worst... Chapter 13

The girls had split their fliers, drunk their coffee, discussed distribution tactics and considered a number of other delaying tactics but now they realised that they had to make a move. Although they knew that Kevin would never really give them a hard time, they had promised to help out and both of them understood the importance of keeping even the small promises.

They slung their respective bags across their shoulders, stood, waved across to Kevin and made their way out of the club.

Kevin checked his watch; decided that now was as good a time as any to open for the day and moved to follow the girls toward the door.

Dorothy had no idea how much time had passed, but she was relieved to see the girls walk back out of the alley. This time they seemed less hurried, but equally purposeful. She braced herself and stood, expecting to feel her joints popping and her muscles aching but she was pleasantly surprised by how limber she felt despite being sat for such a long time.

“Which way d’ya think’s the best then?”

Trisha considered the question; the obvious answer was wherever there were most people; she looked left and right, “I don’t suppose it really matters, let’s start this way...” and she set off; Clare followed, drew level and then started to chatter.

Dorothy followed the girls at what she deemed a reasonable distance. The girls appeared to be making for the main shopping area, heading for the crowds.