Ethel Chadwick stood on the pavement watching somewhat vacantly the bus from which she had just alighted disappear around the corner. She sighed, then stooped to pick up two big bags of groceries, one in each hand (for balance she used to say) and began the trudge to her street and her home. It had been a long day and she had agreed to work overtime that evening to help re-arrange some of the counters in the Woolworths where she worked as a floor supervisor. They would be glad of the extra money, what with the rent on their small terrace house going up again, but …………
