"She's chucked them."
"What's she done that for?"
"You'd better ask her."
His instinct told him that he would do well to let it pass. He said no more that night.
But in the morning, over his hurried breakfast, he returned to it.
"I don't like this about Winny," he said. "Has she got another job, or what?"
"She's got what she wanted."
"What's that?"
"A job at Johnson's."
Johnson's was the new drapers at the other corner of Acacia Avenue, opposite the chemist.