That night Yankee John and self was on, and as always, I loved working with him, as he was very helpful, and whenever he could be of help when it was a busy night, he jumped in and made things a lot easier for me by stacking the dishwasher, and putting it on so that I did not have all the dishes to wash afterwards.
Lorna just never trusted anybody, and would skulk up and down in front of the windows, seemingly walking the dogs, but I had to smile at her neck that was stretched to full capacity to try and see if I was actually working!
I was still upset about her telling me how to stand to peel potatoes, and during my rest I had made a very nice caricature to get rid of my anger, something that had always worked for me.
Anyways, if
something did not look right to her she would barge in and without asking for an explanation, just let rip with her unruly tongue. After the potato saga she left me alone, but the young boy working to buy himself a computer was fast loosing his nerve. I admired him, as for someone that young he was taking a lot of stress, but I was afraid that Lorna's jumping onto him for reasons known only to herself was taking it's toll, as he had become like a wee shadow, and I missed his little jokes and pranks that he used to play on me. But he was a good worker, and to me it was a mystery as to why she was so onto his case all the time.
Anyway, the night with me and John, Lorna was again walking up and down, and inbetween this the little cowboy would sail into the kitchen as silent as a mouse, and disappear into the small store room, where of course I knew his secret bottle was hid, and came out looking as guilty as anything, mumbling about looking for something or other that went missing.
As the night wore on, he became as happy as a lark, and even gave me a wide, quite lecherous grin that made me want to laugh at the pure audacity gained from a few drams!
It was a busy night, but all ran smoothly, and John and self had time for some talking and laughing, and it was during one of our short periods of talking while he waited for me to dish up two plates of food that Lorna, supposedly seeing us laugh through the window and thinking that we were neglecting our duties, rushed into the kitchen, her face a picture of righteousness and wrath!
John had just come back with some dirty plates and was stacking the dishwasher at that moment, and when Lorna spotted him, her cup spilled over and she demanded in an icy voice what he was doing in the scullery when he had people waiting to be served. John came out, and told her that everybody was served, so he quickly stacked the plates he brought back, as it was busy foodwise, and I did not get enough time to do it. He also stated that everybody was served, and he was going back in a minute!
Lorna was not to be appeased, and asked him, still in a voice sounding very thin and cold enough to freeze the sun, whether she employed him as a barman or a kitchen porter! John, who is one of the world's good and even tempered people, just smiled, and without answering her, went back into the bar, taking the wind out of the raging woman's sails completely!
The little cowboy, not realizing that his wife was in the kitchen, came waltzing gaily into the kitchen, the drams he so quickly downing in the store room having had a good effect on his usually morose personality, and he was so intent on finding his way straight to the store room, that he never saw his embittered wife standing watching me do the meals with an eagle eye! He was half way across the kitchen when she saw him and let out a strangled oath, and the poor man had such a shock that he just stood frozen for a few seconds before he started laughing! A nervous, horsy laugh that he wasn't able to contain, and I was wondering whether it was him or his imaginary horse neighing away!
By this time Lorna had enough of loafing employees and drunken hubbies, and she literally grabbed the poor little cowboy by the ear and pulled him from the kitchen. I had a lot of sympathy with him, as I wondered what on earth she would do to him when they reached their flat!

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