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“Ellie told me it’s your birthday. Tea’s on me.” Rose smiles.
Alec slides his money across the counter, frowning.
“I won’t take your money on your birthday.” She pushes the coins back.
Alec shoves the money at her. “Bloody birthday. And don’t sing.” Alec shuffles away, tea in hand.
Rose laughs, belting out Happy Birthday.
He mutters something unintelligible.
“Grumpy party pooper.” She sweeps the coins into her hand and then drops them into the St. Bede’s Senior Centre donation jar.
Reverend Coates chuckles. “Thanks. He’s gonna need someplace to be grumpy when April 18, 2046 comes ‘round.”
Rose sighs.