On Friday evening, after another dull day at work, Rose packed a weekender bag and bade goodbye to her family.
“Have fun now,” Fran said, as she gently kissed her daughter’s soft cheek.
“I can’t believe you’re actually going to a spa.” Granny Faith watched Rose climb into her car. “What will you do without your books?”
“I’ve got one,” Rose patted her bag, “and I intend finishing it.”
“Well, goodbye then, love.” Fran slipped an arm around Faith’s hunched-over shoulder and waved with the other one. Rose watched them disappear in the rear view mirror and then pressed her foot on the accelerator to pick up Shelly.
Shelly bounced into the car full of joy and happiness. She smelt of wild flowers and the freshness of youth.
“We’ve been wedding ring shopping,” she disclosed, as she clicke
