“Don’t
you tell me what to do, you little pipsqueak,” snapped the woman. “I’m a food inspector and this woman was going to
sell me a quarter of chuck steak without a ration coupon. That’s a criminal
offence and she’s going before the magistrate. We’ve got to stamp out the
black market, set an example.” “But
you begged me,” sobbed the butcher's wife. “You said your kids had not seen meat for
weeks and your hubby was in a PoW camp. I was trying to help.”
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