Joan And Judy

Part Thirteen

You have done it now, haven’t you Joan? I know what’s in your pie, you selfish cow! Judy threw herself on Joan and started punching Joan’s bony arms with her knuckles – it sounded like a corroboree – but Judy started to slip on Joan’s recently moisturised skin and all Leroy Cummings saw was Judy’s fingers clasping at the deep valleys in Joan’s arms as she slid down on the fake cork tiles of the community hall kitchen floor. Two neat perms, fluttered to the floor and Mr Cummings’ hysterical cackle echoed throughout the community hall, somewhat buckling the fake cork tiles.