Deffo. Keep schtum.
Will do.
The next morning Jack called in at the grocery shop to get some milk and a newspaper. As he picked up a copy, he quickly scanned the headlines, wondering if there was any news of Felix Paschal buying a local property. He couldn’t see any mention of it on the front pages.
Trish, the shop keeper and well-known gossip, saw him studying the papers.
‘Looking for anything in particular, Jack?’ she asked.
‘Only about our new resident,’ he replied, still squinting along the shelf.
‘Our new resident? Who’s that then?’ asked Trish.
‘Only Felix Paschal,’ muttered Jack, still straining to see if there was any mention of him, then stopped. Should he have just said that?
‘Felix Paschal!’ shrieked Trish.
Oh well, too late now, thought Jack. The word was well and truly out. If Trish knew then all of Samphire Bay would know before the day was over.
