The Christmas Club Shoes

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Two friends discussing a financial quandary.

Submitted: January 17, 2015

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The Christmas Club Shoes

Gretel was in a foul mood. She'd had an argument with Doreen over the Christmas Club money when Doreen had reminded Gretel that she hadn't paid. It was two weeks in a row and Doreen had said if she wasn't going to use the club then she might as well sod off. Gretel said, You miserable old git. What's up with you you bitch? Don't talk to me like that, said Doreen, adjusting her glasses which had slid down her nose and gone dangerously close to the tip. Gretel folded her arms in a defiant pose. I've had lot of expense these last weeks as well you know. Gordon's got to get some new shoes since he tripped up at work and scraped the top of his brogues. And the bishop saw them and said he looked like a scruffy bastard and Gordon went red and said he'd never wear those shoes again and that he never liked them anyway. 'Course I went off on one and reminded him that I'd bought him them for Christmas last year and he'd liked them at the time and if he'd said something then we could have taken them back in the New Year and changed them. Doreen looked unimpressed and said well just make your mind up Gretel. What do you want to do? Well I'd better keep on with it Dor, she said. What with Gordon being a lay-preacher and everything and the bishop getting himself upset. I'll need to get him some new shoes with the Christmas Club money. Gretel put down her mop and looked in her purse. I can give you a couple of quid now if you like and next Tuesday make it the whole five pounds. Alright dear, said Doreen. She thought she'd change the subject. Raymond found a dead tortoise in the garden, she said. What? Said Gretel. Whose was it? Don't know. It didn't have it's name written on it's shell or anything, said Doreen sniggering. Gretel thought for a moment. Aren't you supposed to report it, she said. I'm sure I read that in my magazine that I have. I don't think so, said Doreen. Why would anyone have to? Gretel was in her stride now. I think it's to do with the tortoiseshell. You're not supposed to have it are you? Doreen wasn't sure. Isn't that ivory? she said. Have you got some ivory? said Gretel, hoping that Doreen had. No, said Doreen. It was a tortoise Raymond found. I think he'd know if it had been an elephant he had to bury in the garden. They both laughed a little self-consciously at that and for a time the Christmas Club was forgotten.


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