Chapter 38
Great Arden didn’t seem all that great in stature although it might have been a great place to live. The main buildings gathered around the wide village green like mothers around someone else’s ugly baby; sympathetic but reluctant to get involved. A road ran between houses and grass, the greenery encroaching on the concrete through cracks and pockets of damp mud. Freda’s little oasis of sanity from the rat race snuggled in a small side street and Emma grinned at the wide tyre marks in the verge showing frequent visits. Freda often complained about the residents of the old peoples’ apartments and probably stole a car and backfired her way up to the cottage a few times a week. Emma pondered what it must feel like to live such a vital and energetic life, only to have a doctor tell
