Big bruiser comes into the shop. From the knit of his brows, and the cut of his hair, I can see he is looking for trouble.
"Where is that long streak of misery, that sent my sister home crying"
"Who is you sister?"
"Mervi... who came in here to buy a wreath"
"We don't sell wreaths. It is against our principles"
"And what principles might they be?"
"We like to be life affirming. We do christenings, weddings, birthdays, graduations, celebrations, that type of thing. We don't do death"
"Well I'm about to do death... now where is that slagheap that insulted my sister"
"That would be Uno. He is out the back refilling the bird feeder"
