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The woman with the fat face caught Agatha staring at them and shouted across the dining room, “Hey, you there! Mind yer own business, you silly cow.”
James half rose to his feet, but Agatha was out of her chair and across the room to confront the woman.
“You just shut your stupid face and let me get on with my meal,” hissed Agatha.
“Shove off, you old trout.”
“Screw you,” said Agatha viciously and stalked back to join James.
“Remember Wyckhadden?” asked Agatha. “It was a lovely place compared to this.”
“I would rather forget Wyckhadden,” said James coldly. Agatha blushed. Although she had been working on a murder case there, she had forgotten that James had found her in bed with Charles in Wyckhadden.
They had both ordered lobster bisque to start. It was white, lumpy and tasteless.
“I want a word with you.”
The shaven-headed man was looming over them. “This is mam’s honeymoon and you insulted her.”
“She started it,” protested Agatha.
“Look, just go away,” said James.
“Think you’re the big shot,” sneered shaven head. “Come outside.”
“Don’t be silly.”
“Come outside or I’ll shove your face in here.”
James sighed and threw down his napkin and followed shaven-head from the dining room.
“That’s the stuff!” jeered fat face.
“If you harm one hair of his head,” shouted Agatha, “I’ll murder you, you rotten bitch.”
The manager hurried into the dining room. “What’s all this noise? What’s going on here?”
“Nothing,” said fat face.
Agatha hurried out of the dining room. James was just coming back into the hotel. “The rain’s stopped,” he said mildly.
“Are you hurt?”
“Not as much as the other fellow.”
They returned to their table. Shaven-head limped in nursing a fat lip. The family at the round table talked in urgent whispers, throwing venomous glances at Agatha and James.
The next course was chicken a la Provencal. It was rubbery chicken covered in tinned tomatoes.
Agatha threw down her fork in disgust. “James, let’s get out of here and find a pub or a fish and chip shop.”
“You wait here,” said James. “I’m going to have a word with the manager first. I’m not a snob, but that family from hell should never have been allowed to stay here. They’re terrorising the other guests.”
“In all the row, I didn’t notice the other guests.”
Agatha turned round. An elderly couple were eating as fast as they could, no doubt wanting to make a quick escape. A young couple with a small child had their heads bent so low over their plates, they looked as if they wished they could disappear into them.
“I’m not staying here with the family from hell,” said Agatha. “I’m coming with you!”
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