“Tell me what you want, Treacle.” She sucks in a quick breath and tightens her grip on my biceps. “What does Treacle mean?” My eyes close because I didn’t mean to say it out loud. It’s an East London word that an old trainer for Bethnal used a lot, and for some reason it stuck. “It’s a British term for sweet. Treacle is a type of sweet molasses.” Her nose wrinkles with disgust. “Why would you call me molasses?”
….I YouTube’d this word on the off chance that my pronunciation was just off and it sounded better in real life. NOPE 🤣
