NOT everyone in the town was enthusiastic over the re-opening of the Elegance Hotel. Following the church service, words were exchanged between parishioners as they strolled out into the sunshine. The Preacher, Mr Peters, who called himself ‘Reverend’ – a man not unused to a good drink himself – listened to the comments with feigned interest.
“I’m not sure if it’s a good thing,” Mrs Collins was saying on her way out. “No doubt they’re very nice people, but the town doesn’t need that sort of…” She struggled for a moment to find the appropriate word that would convey the depth of her feeling. Not finding one she settled for, “that sort of thing.”
thingHer point, if not her use of language, was shared by Mrs Daniels, a stout woman, all full-length overcoat and heavy eyebrows, whose own husb
