Easter came very quickly. The nicest part about preparations was Zoë. She was very excited about getting a dress for the wedding. We broke into our emergency money to get her the flowered creation she’d set her heart on and to get Nick a decent suit. We got out of a sulk by convincing each other that it would be useful for job interviews.
Now, once we’d dipped into our emergency funds there was nothing left for me. And this is where you start thinking sympathetically about Judith-the-poor-mother who puts her children first then comes to her father’s wedding dressed like a dowd. Alas, I am not that. I refuse to be. Wonderful, yes. Self-sacrificing to the point of idiocy, no.
Since the swastikas, June and I have had coffee together once a week. When I told her about the Cinderella problem,
