‘Mr Collins from head office arrived this morning. He wanted a full report about Saturday’s shenanigans – spoke to most of the staff and the police too, by all accounts. Marty had tried to keep it quiet but apparently “a concerned member of staff” tipped off head office. It seems that they weren’t consulted about Marty’s idea to allow young, single guests, and they’re certainly not too happy about it now. But there were other concerns about Marty’s performance too, and the disco was the final straw.’

‘Do we know who the “concerned member of staff” was?’

Ruby laughed. ‘Not for sure, but my money’s on Sara-Jade.’

‘So, who’s going to replace Marty?’

‘Ruby!’ Diamond announced proudly, before her sister had the chance to share the news herself.

‘It’s only temporary, until they appoint a permanent replacement,’ Ruby added.

Imelda was delighted for her friend. ‘Congratulations! And there’s no reason why you shouldn’t be the permanent replacement. You’ve practically been doing the job for the last few months anyway.’

‘We’ll see,’ said Ruby modestly. ‘How’s Grisha?’

‘In desperate need of a sausage roll, I expect, but otherwise unscathed.’

‘Well, I’m very pleased to hear it.’ Diamond rubbed his head affectionately before feeding him the largest sausage roll she could find.

‘And what about you and Cillian?’ Ruby asked pointedly, having spotted his ring on Imelda’s finger.

Before Imelda could say anything, the bell above the door tinkled and Jeanie walked in followed by Vivienne. Hackles rose, and not just Grisha’s. Imelda was the first to speak.

‘Vivienne, I want to speak to you outside. Now.’

A mocking smile played across Vivienne’s perfectly painted lips.

‘I’m not particularly interested in what you want.’

‘Well, you’ll be off outside anyway.’ Diamond came out from behind the counter and stood in front of Vivienne, blocking her way. ‘You’re barred from this café. We don’t serve dog poisoners in here.’

Vivienne was completely unperturbed. ‘I’m surprised you haven’t poisoned anyone yourself with the disgusting muck you serve in here,’ she sneered.

Jeanie looked completely bewildered.

‘Don’t worry, Jeanie. I only come in here because of you. I’m sure we can find somewhere better than this dump.’ Vivienne turned and sauntered towards the door, followed by Imelda, while Jeanie stayed behind to remonstrate with her aunt. Outside the café, Vivienne lit a cigarette.

‘How can I help you?’ Sarcasm dripped from her voice like acid rain.

Imelda spoke quietly but with irrefutable menace.

‘Never go near my dog again.’

Vivienne inhaled deeply and blew out a thin stream of smoke through pursed lips.

‘Or what? You’ll curse me?’

Imelda smiled. ‘You’re already cursed by your own nature. I’m not threatening you – I’m telling you. Stay away from my dog.’