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The Jumble - Friday 13th November, 5 Days Before Doomsday Cont.

Freda opened it up. “Oh, it’s those thingies, you know, they play music. BDs”

“You mean CDs.”

“That’s what I said, wasn’t it?”

“You said BDs.”

“Did I?”

Jean stood up as straight as her rounded shoulders would let her and massaged her lower back. “Is all of this going?”

“Yes,” said Betty, “We’re nearly there, just these last few bags.”

Freda walked into the small room to her left. “What about all this stuff, Bets?”

“What’s in there?” replied Betty tilting her head so she could hear her reply.

“A few games, some tins from the harvest festival, hymn books, prayer sheets and this CD.”

“We can take the CD,” suggested Betty. “Just put it with the others in that bag.”

Freda left the small room with the CD and two concealed tins of peaches from the harvest festival leftovers. She placed the CD into the bag and tried to move it closer to the door until Betty’s grandson entered the vestibule.

“Careful, Mrs Bowman, let me take that.”

“You are a good lad. Are you helping us with the sale tomorrow?”

“Helping you? It’s my bloody van, Mrs B.”

“Oh yes, I’d forgotten about that.” Freda laughed at her own stupidity and certainly not at the fact that she had just caused a great inconvenience to the Reverend Gibbons.


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