Green Olives and Auntie Edith

Auntie Edith (that was her real name) was head barmaid in a ‘posh’ hotel; Veronica and I often called to see her because she never told my parents.  We were at our gin and orange stage and thought we were so stylish; Auntie Edith offered us bowls of green olives and we were keen to try them.  It was very difficult trying to look suave and sophisticated whilst trying to spit them into my clean handkerchief – why didn’t Veronica use her own handkerchief? 

I must ask her if she still dislikes olives?