In the last post: Olive threw her arms around Dick Charmer and hugged him tightly. Her fiance, Bert, vowed there would be murder...
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Enchanter on the Roof ® James Field. Part 11
With her hands behind Dick Charmer’s head, Olive planted her lips on his. And then it seemed all the girls on the dance floor wanted a part of him. They clawed at one another, trying to get to him and smother him in hugs and kisses.
Styles worried they might maim his contractor, hobbled into the mob and swatted the girls across their heads with his walking stick. “Get off him,” he hollered. “I need him to finish repairing the roof.”
Another man drew away from the bar and strutted through the swarm. Semi-retired Chief Inspector Dobbs, short and chunky, wore a bright yellow pullover and a stern expression. When he reached the disco system, he pulled out the plug.
At the bar, Bert had snatched his packet of peanuts from Alf. Now, in the sudden deafening silence, Bert's cry rang out. “Get your hands off me nuts.”
All eyes snapped to the bar and a stupefied hush followed, as though everyone had seen lightning and were waiting for the thunder. Then, in the stillness, Olive's voice bleated. “Oh, Dick, I love you.”
“Let go of me, you old hen,” screeched Dick Charmer.
Heads swivelled back, just in time to see him push Olive so hard that she nearly fell over backwards.
“Everybody calm down,” yelled Chief Inspector Dobbs, arms raised. “I know this is a farm, but you don’t have to behave like animals."
Murmurs and giggles spread through the crowd, and with order restored, the inspector spoke into the disc jockey’s ear. The music started again: soft and snug this time. But the inspector had more to say; he aimed to give the instigators of the near-riot a strict word of warning.
To be continued…
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At long last I got around to reading about Ove, pronounced Oover. Brilliant story: amusing, heartbreaking, and so true to life. My main problem with the book is that I think they modelled Ove on me! When my wife read it, I heard repeatedly, "That's just like you."
Minus half a star for shoddy translation in places (from Swedish).
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