The characters appearing on the following pages are all fictional. Any resemblance to anyone whether alive or passed over would be ironic coincidence.
For mothers and daughters, especially mine!
Caroline needed to make a deposit in her cheque account. There was already a queue forming on the pavement outside her local bank. Dammit, she was hoping to be the first. She glanced at her watch. It wasn't quite nine-thirty.
Inside the bank, the three tellers, Sheila Birtles, Jane Campion and Sara Whitton were already seated and waiting for the front doors to open. Lately, ever since they had started attending a line-dance class, they'd taken every opportunity to practice the steps. Viewed from the customer angle it would be impossible to see the complicated foot routine going on beneath the counter.
It was their little secret. Each day they chose a tune and the appropriate routine. Today's choice was Cowboy Rhythm and, unbeknown to anyone but themselves, on Sheila's whispered count of, 'two-three,' six feet stomped, right foot slightly in front of left, toes pointed in, heels out, fan right toes out, fan right toes in, fan right toes out. Jane, seated in the middle, surreptitiously tapped out the beat against the others' thighs and softly hummed the melody. The security lock on the main doors clicked, abruptly ending their practice for the time being. There would probably be a lull later, when they could go over it again.