The rose-tinted scales finally fell from Sally's eyes about Frank after his spiteful mother Anne told her that she was "stupid and deluded" to think he cared for her and that that it wouldn't be Sally whom Frank was whisking off for a romantic weekend in Paris.
After Sally was snubbed once again by Frank for a night in with what he called, with a thinly disguised sneer of distaste, her "exquisite cooking" (he has a point, Sally's frozen chicken kiev balls and boil in the bag pork aren't exactly Nigella), she turned up on his doorstep that evening, only to find Jenny cosily ensconced on his sofa.
Sally threatened to reveal the truth about the job losses at the factory, only for Frank, exuding quiet but chilling menace, to warn her that "the last woman to cross me, lived to regret it" and she realised that Frank had indeed raped Carla.
After Sally was snubbed once again by Frank for a night in with what he called, with a thinly disguised sneer of distaste, her "exquisite cooking" (he has a point, Sally's frozen chicken kiev balls and boil in the bag pork aren't exactly Nigella), she turned up on his doorstep that evening, only to find Jenny cosily ensconced on his sofa.
Sally threatened to reveal the truth about the job losses at the factory, only for Frank, exuding quiet but chilling menace, to warn her that "the last woman to cross me, lived to regret it" and she realised that Frank had indeed raped Carla.
Carla discovered that Peter was back on the booze after smelling his breath after kissing him. She decided to confide in Ken, who told her that she had to put Peter and Simon first, which made up her mind to sell her share of the Coronation Street factory to Frank and take up the secretly double-crossing Sally's offer.
Lewis's oleaginous charm came in useful at the Bistro when he smoothly stepped in as impromptu waiter to offer his advice on wine to the Weatherfield Gazette's grumpy food critic, who curiously appeared to have been parachuted in from the 1970s with his sideburns, pink shirt, brown suit and kipper tie. Nick was so impressed he offered Lewis a (trial) job as a meeter and greeter. Nick had better keep the till under lock and key!
Lewis's oleaginous charm came in useful at the Bistro when he smoothly stepped in as impromptu waiter to offer his advice on wine to the Weatherfield Gazette's grumpy food critic, who curiously appeared to have been parachuted in from the 1970s with his sideburns, pink shirt, brown suit and kipper tie. Nick was so impressed he offered Lewis a (trial) job as a meeter and greeter. Nick had better keep the till under lock and key!
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