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‘IT’S just a uniform, Josie.’

‘No way! I mean…no way! Look at it!’ She held up a hand, keeping it at bay. ‘It’s grey!’

And knee-length, with buttons right up to her chin and a Peter-Pan collar.

Another one of those shudders started in her boots. And this one registered on the Richter scale.

‘I’m not wearing that.’

He looked her straight in the eye. ‘All the staff employed in this tearoom will wear the uniform.’

She wasn’t so thick she couldn’t catch the underlying implication in that last remark. They stared at each other.

This was the point at which she would normally go ballistic, do something completely outrageous. Just to let the person who was trying to squash her into some kind of mould know that it couldn’t be done.

‘Fine!’

She snatched the ghastly thing from his hands and walked to the door. He followed her and calmly zipped the bag back up. When he’d finished he stood and looked at her.