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For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the previous episode, the kabob shop attendant snaps.
The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 16
So that was the big news? There may have been an incident at the Inty and the police had refused to refuse to comment but were flatly denying they had previously denied anything? It seemed incredible but if Channel 12 was reporting it, it had to be true.
The librarian shook her head in wonderment and turned up the volume. Nothing like an incident had ever before been reported to have occurred anywhere near the airport. It had once been her job to make sure of that, no matter how many people had to tragically succumb to gravity. Her rigour had earned her the nickname “the pusher”. She’d retired at a relatively young age, at least so far as one can retire from such an organization, due a loss of depth perception which had resulted in an inconvenient man stumbling off a kerb instead of a wall. Luckily, he’d stumbled in front of a moving bus.Very lucky indeed – the driver had mistaken her victim as an aspiring passenger and reacted the way he’d been trained to do. That had been her last job for the outfit. She’d found work as a librarian at the Welsh University when the other job applicants all died in pedestrian accidents, unsensational humdrum affairs, and there she’d been for the past eight years.
Eight years…eight years ago the Welsh University had seemed quite normal. But with the passage of time something had changed indefinably that all the dictionaries in the library couldn’t explain. The ground floor, for example, was now reached by going down two flights of stairs…. the librarian, suddenly thoughtful, drummed her fingers on something appropriately hard, the elderberry-painted nails flashing. The news had returned after this word from our sponsors. She turned down the volume, reached for a small white bag and from it withdrew the last cherry as she settled in for another bout of lipreading.