“Would you look at that,” Ailsa exclaimed wheeling her car wide and sweeping into the front most space at the market. Her long dark auburn pony tail bobbed at the sudden stop of the car and she flung the door open, triumphant smile on her slender face.
The market wasn’t big, but it was busy. Men and women carrying bags and baskets full of groceries on the way out passing others on the way in.
“No doubt, that’s a jammy spot right there.” Libby popped her door open and swung her long pale legs out. The girls walked the short way through the lot beneath gray skies into the market.