Chapter 30
I’ll not have her buried in English!’
Alf pushed open the hospital door, saw Rhys’s swaying body blocking Doctor Roberts’ path.
‘You don’t have a choice. Reverend Cummings doesn’t speak your tongue.’
‘I’ll bury her then, read the service myself.’
‘That is clearly ridiculous.’
Rhys trembled, though with fatigue or fury, Alf couldn’t tell. There was a fragility about him that was new and alarming.
‘I have said it once and I will say it again. We must commit your wife and child to the deep.’
‘I am not disputing the need for a committal, Doctor Roberts. Only its manner and timing.’
‘It doesn’t matter, man. None of it. Your wife is dead.’
Alf winced at the malice in Doctor Roberts’ voice. There was an undercurrent to this conversation he didn’t understand—something dark and
