Bloom Or Blushed
A Tony Harris Encounter
With my car in for a service, I was working from home, catching up on reports and assembling project elements. At 10:15, I’d had enough of the office work, so I walked up to Shantalla and ambled into The Coffee Drop. “Fuck! We’re honoured this morning, Sandra,” Sami, who was working that day, said. “What’s that, Sami?” Sandra’s voice crackled across the air from behind the coffee machine. “Tony, the dreamboat, Harris just...