It’s half past 7, an hour exactly to go, and we start talking about the new workers.
‘I haven’t met any of the new ones,’ says Carrie.
‘I like Jo, she’s really sweet,’ I say.
‘Is she the one who sits over there?’ says Carrie, pointing to the desk where Jo sits.
‘Yes,’ I say.
‘Is she the really pretty one?’ says Phyl.
‘I hate her then,’ says Carrie and we all laugh.
Then we’re quite for a minute.
Then I say, ‘Anyone want a banana?’
‘I don’t like bananas,’ says Alison.
‘I detest them,’ says Carrie, ever the extreme.
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