Stew and Sinkers

We weren't the church going types but Sally didn't want to get married in a garden. People don't listen in gardens she'd said. Too many distractions with barking dogs and noisy kids. A wedding is an important thing apparently; vows should be absorbed by all guests. Not sure why this is a priority when the guest list boasts the likes of Sally's Aunty Dot with uncontrollable gas and a penchant for yelling out to every passer-by to fetch her a beer. But who was I to question?— from "My Ernest Decision" by Kylie Orr"Yer 'usband." Donohoe cocked the pistol. "Where is he?"Sarah froze.He crossed the room, jammed the pistol to her throat, so she coughed from the pressure of it."Out with it, moll!""Laying dingo traps," she gasped.The pressure eased. "Anyone else 'ere?"She shook her head.A speculative gleam appeared in his eyes. "Well now," he came closer, whispered in her ear, "'tis just the two of...