SHORT STORY - THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

‘Tony’s wife wasn’t cold before tongues started wagging about me and him,' Anna complained. 'If only I could . . . ’ ‘What?’ Megan picked up Ann’s bag. ‘Shout the truth from the rooftops.’ ‘Do that,' Megan warned, 'you’ll lose your job and there’ll be two more widows scrubbing the Graig workhouse yard and three more children taken into Maesycoed orphanage. Forget the gossips. Think of the dinner we’ll have tomorrow.’