Chapter 11: Deliberate—George“Oi! George!” Millie shouted across the noise of the tomato-grading machine. “Can you take over for a minute?”
George had been stamping the boxes with the name and address stamp—he was at a bit of a loose end this morning, everything was very evidently under control. Millie was cleaning the tomatoes as they rolled down the chute into the grading screws, Alice was changing the boxes out once they got full and weighing them up and stacking them. And Peter was hauling the buckets of fruit up and tipping them in to the hopper. They’d picked both tomato houses clean yesterday and there was nothing else for George to be getting on with unless he wanted to tackle the accounts.
Hence, here he was, trying to look busy.
“I can!” he shouted back cheerfully at Millie. “
