Pam Howes

“Sticky bun with your brew?’ Alice laughed. Sadie’s observations were probably right. ‘Oh yes please. I’ll find us a place to sit.’ She grabbed a table by the window that four girls were just vacating and sat down, looking out at the street below where some workmen were carrying hods of bricks and others, standing on scaffolding, were throwing chunks of damaged masonry down to the area of pavement that was fenced off from public use. It was such a shame. The damage to the store was so extensive, it might have been easier to demolish the lot and rebuild from scratch. But at least they had jobs and that was something to be thankful for. Many women who had held things together while the men were away fighting had since found themselves out of work, losing the jobs they’d loved to the returning male workforce. ‘No sticky buns so I got a couple of scones,’ Sadie said as she came to the table with a tray. ‘Hope that’s okay?’ ‘Fine by me,’ Alice said. ‘I’m starving.’ She”
― Pam Howes, The Shop Girls of Lark Lane