by Jenny Matthews âIâll take one pound of smoked turkey and two - no make that one - pound of thinly sliced honey ham,â said a frail elderly woman who was stooped over the cart of groceries she had pushed over to the meat counter. Sam sighed as he picked up the remaining pair of latex gloves. It was a warm, busy day. And he was relieved that Mrs. Habersham was his last customer. Usually he didnât mind filling in after butchering for the day, but today seemed so long and boring. Pulling out of
Monday, 17 November 2008
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