‘I can’t imagine that anyone would go around impersonating us, sweetie,’ Jess whispered in reply. Despite her reassurances to Karl she felt oddly anxious. ‘She must be mistaken.’
‘And the old folk?’
‘Like you said: they’re old and confused.’
‘We need to find these Doppler-thingies. I want to see them for myself.’
‘You said Doppler-thingies and its Doppelgängers. It’s German. Doppler was an Austrian ph…’
‘I don’t care if it’s dee-dop-diddley-wop, Jess. I just wanna find these freaks and see for myself. If they do look exactly like us we could make a fortune!’
‘Magicians or marathon runners!’ He replied with a grin.
‘I can understand magicians, but you lost me with marathon runners.’
‘Just think about it: one Doppler-thingy sets off for a couple of miles and is replaced by the other down the course. Bham! All the other fruit-bats’ll be running the twenty-odd miles and we’d be jogging half that. Simples!’
‘You’re an idiot,’ Jess laughed.
‘Some would say idiot; others would say genius,’ Karl shrugged.
‘There we go, my loves,’ the assistant called over the counter, holding out two packs of wrapped meat. ‘Can I help you with anything else?’
‘Yeah,’ Karl replied, snatching the goods. ‘Do you know which way the other two of us went?’
‘Your Doppelgängers?’ The assistant, whose name badge read Elsie, asked.
‘The very same,’ Karl replied, trying to keep the irritation from his voice, when all he wanted to do shout in her over-smiley face.
‘Well, I’m not really sure. They may have wandered over to the baby aisle or the beans aisle. I’m sorry.’
‘No worries. Thank you, erm Elsie. They can’t be a good us if they went to the baby aisle,’ he said to Jess with a grin.
Jess smiled the best smile she could. She knew that mentioning babies to Karl was like suggesting Carlisle United were selling up and shutting down. The panic in him would ruin the next week. If she had any chance of having a child with him, she would have to slowly make him think it was his idea. Therefore, she smiled at him: for now.