Susan nodded. "He is supposed to keep it running, in the same form and profitable, until the boy is of age."
"True, they can." Susan sighed. It was a sad state of affairs that women saw themselves in a position that they had to take up such work. "Let's hope Bletchley can learn to keep his hands to himself... or that wife of his."
The place seemed just a little different, yet somehow just as familiar as it had when she'd been there in the past. "I think I'll have a warm butterbeer," she said to Cass as they sat in their booth. From there they could see most of the pub, and keep an eye on the bar at the same time.