Bombshell

Bev had asked for a meeting after work. It didn't quite cross my mind she had news of this nature, but I somehow knew it was big, because she closed the front door as we gathered at the dispensary. Normally, she keeps it open just in case we had last-minute customers.

Her news was a bombshell. With the bomb still in it.

She and Bob had just sold the business, and that the take-over would be first week next month. She went on telling us that the new owner was a partnership amongst three pharmacists but that only one of them would be in charge in the soon-to-be-called 'Murrumbeena Rd. Pharmacy', and that they were looking forward to meeting with us over drinks tomorrow night, and that they were interested to hear our side, plans, etc., and that because Bob was getting his knee replaced they didn't know what was going to happen next, and that they would like to do something else, and would we like a slice of the steaming pie she bought from Leovorno Pizza? under two minutes.

Sarah was slightly sobbing "Bev, I grew up here," as Tamara's eyes welled up as she picked up a napkin. Well, mine were dry, but you know how it grows big and kind of squints in bewilderment? I caught them staring at Bob's soon-to-be-replaced knee. But zero thoughts. I had wished though that I had Superman's laser eyes to fix that knee that started it all.

Emotions subsided after a while. Somehow in our minds, we were getting the answers to all the questionnable dramas Bev was going through-- and was letting us go through-- these past few weeks. We were full of oh's and ah's as we recalled them, and as we realised, it felt like a monkey off our backs. There was finally a light moment, showing more understanding to Bev and Bob. We wished them well, and Tamara even congratulated them. It was a weird feeling, like being told we were being sent off for adoption or something. But, hmm, let's just see how it goes.

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Lashan flew back home today to visit his mum, who had recently undergone surgery. On lighter side, this is his first trip in nine long years. We wonder how he'll take the weather there. Hmmm.

All the best to your mum, Lashan.