COMFORT AND SUCCOURAs her mum had predicted, Katrina turned up at their
house that afternoon. Dulcie’s had let her take the day off work, knowing how
close a friend she’d been to Dod. The whole town probably knew that he’d
carried a huge, flaming torch for her. They just hadn’t known that somewhere
deep inside Katrina, she felt more for him than she let on.
She let herself in the back door, having
taken the back route to the White House so she could avoid bumping into anyone.
Daisy was upstairs, lying on her bed and
listening to music mournful enough to match her mood, the same song playing
over and over. Fittingly, Annie Lennox’s Why
warned of a boat sinking, as well as begging the question why. Daisy didn’t
know who would give her the best answer to why. Despite St Mary’s Scho
