The
dapper little man with brilliantined hair threw his hands up. “You fancied a
coffee. I have two apprentices to chase, orders to do, cloth to buy and
deliveries to make. Is
my shop a café? Do you see a sign outside, saying Shakes snack bar?” Sowerbutt laughed; he always enjoyed his visits
to the tailor’s shop.
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