Chapter Four – The MeachamsIt was a bright and sunny morning in May.
Grace had been up since dawn, making the most of the fine weather by hanging out her washing early, so that come lunchtime, she would already have it ironed, folded and put away. She liked days like these, where she could get on with things. d**k had sauntered into the kitchen an hour after his wife and, not really having any plans for the day, had drunk two cups of tea and was now ready to take a short stroll down to the newsagents to fetch his daily paper. He was wearing a blue cravat under his shirt but Grace hadn't bothered to comment, she was sure that enough folk in town would do that.
“Do you need anything love?” he enquired, not really expecting Grace to respond.
“I quite fancy some lemon sherbets,” she quipped
