“What!” the client exclaimed as she wiped the splats of red wine from her face and blouse with a napkin.
“She’s not even female?!”
I didn’t know what to do or say.
Heads turned towards us from the surrounding tables.
The beans are spilled and that cat is well and truly out of the bag.
I just shrugged and smiled.
I felt relieved that the farce is almost over but also disappointed that it had gone so very wrong.
The client verbally ended all dealings with Mum and left.
Mum had to pick up the bill.
She paid and we left with our tails between our legs and egg on our faces.
“Sorry, Mum,” I said once we were outside.
“Oh it’s not your fault Love…
it was a stupid idea and you certainly told me enough times.” Mum replied.
