"Aye, it is," Jamie said ruefully. "Let me put the kettle on."
He disappeared through the curtain that separated the two rooms, and for a few minutes it was quiet. The silence was broken, however, by a voice not belonging to Jamie.
"What are you doing, boy?"
Jamie's reply was softer, but still some words could be picked out - 'kettle' and 'tea', and 'Jono'. The second voice replied with the same volume as before, some of the words sounding just a touch slurred.
"You mean to say you're wasting time entertaining your friend when you should be working on bringing in money? This place doesn't run itself, you know."
"Aye, father, but..."
"Don't you 'Aye, father' me, James. I've told you before not to use that word. Now, I'm off to pick up my...medicine. Make sure your friend buys something."
"Aye...I mean, Yes, father."
There was a whistling noise as the kettle came to a boil, and the beefy figure of Donald McCrimmon came out of the back room. He fixed bloodshot eyes on Jono and greeted him with a 'Mm.' before exiting the store. Jamie came out a few moments later with a rather disgruntled expression on his face, setting a mug with a slightly chipped handle down on the counter before going back behind the counter, pulling out a stool and bringing it around for Jono to sit on.
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He disappeared through the curtain that separated the two rooms, and for a few minutes it was quiet. The silence was broken, however, by a voice not belonging to Jamie.
"What are you doing, boy?"
Jamie's reply was softer, but still some words could be picked out - 'kettle' and 'tea', and 'Jono'. The second voice replied with the same volume as before, some of the words sounding just a touch slurred.
"You mean to say you're wasting time entertaining your friend when you should be working on bringing in money? This place doesn't run itself, you know."
"Aye, father, but..."
"Don't you 'Aye, father' me, James. I've told you before not to use that word. Now, I'm off to pick up my...medicine. Make sure your friend buys something."
"Aye...I mean, Yes, father."
There was a whistling noise as the kettle came to a boil, and the beefy figure of Donald McCrimmon came out of the back room. He fixed bloodshot eyes on Jono and greeted him with a 'Mm.' before exiting the store. Jamie came out a few moments later with a rather disgruntled expression on his face, setting a mug with a slightly chipped handle down on the counter before going back behind the counter, pulling out a stool and bringing it around for Jono to sit on.
"Sorry about that. I'd not meant to wake him up."