CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Aggie’s mum had gathered her “troops” and pulled out all the stops to make the church event one to remember. She had a lifetime of wrongdoings to put right and so she wanted everyone to know all about her own Aunt Petunia. The lady who had died alone in an old people’s home the previous December. When in truth, as a younger woman she had been a firecracker, full of life. A real character who people loved. And Trixie wanted to celebrate her for who she really was, not for the husband-stealing hag she’d pretended her to be.
“Mum,” Aggie gasped when she saw the flowers that decorated each row of seats, as well as the several large bouquets that sat at the front along with a huge blown up photo of Petunia Petal.
As people began to enter the pretty old building, some did
