Copper Script

by K.J. Charles

He hadn’t served in a war for people to go around not offering other people tea.

He had no objection to falling out with his family on principle, but he didn’t want to do it for the sake of a cheat.

Fowler had offered to help, which was nice, Joel supposed, except that as a self-respecting Englishman he would need a lot fewer arms before he admitted he couldn’t carry two pints.

Possibly, and he wasn’t going to rush to a decision on this one but possibly he was being a little reckless by behaving in a way that might be interpreted as flagrantly pursuing a Detective Sergeant.

It was absurd. You couldn’t get hot for handwriting.

Or I think I have cocoa, and there’s definitely toast. Well, it’s currently bread, but it could become toast.