“I dropped by for a
cup of your excellent coffee, Jack. Or are refreshments only for your important
customers?” Sowerbutt said.
“Ay-yay-yay, no peace for a
poor tailor,” Jack Shakes muttered as he disappeared into a back room, returning
minutes later with two large cups of coffee and a plate of fresh Mandelbrot. “Delicious,” Sowerbutt said, sipping the coffee. “We should set up tea rooms, Jack. We’d make a fortune, they’d be queuing out the door. Your coffee and biscuits are legendary.”
“Who would look after your clothes then, Mr Sorbay? I was only born with one pair of hands and I am only allotted 24 hours each day,” Jack smiled. The two men had been friends for years; Sowerbutt ringing the Whitechapel shop with his Blackshirt I section during the chaotic Battle of Cable Street in 1936. None of the Reds had been game to take on his fierce fists and his cosh.
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