Chapter 7
The rest of the week passed with few problems. I’d found out the cost of replacing the damaged large-print book and sent the bill to Mrs Thompson. It remained to be seen if she would pay up.
Auntie Gill rang on Tuesday morning to tell me the pathologist’s report showed the most likely cause of Fred’s death was heart failure. She went on to say there would be a funeral service at the crematorium on Friday afternoon.
“Auntie, are you doing anything on Friday night?”
“No, dear, why?”
“I wondered if you wanted to come over for dinner. You’re right, I haven’t seen you in ages, and I’d like to have a talk with you as well.”
“Thank you, that would be wonderful.”
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As I’d suspected, there were few mourners at Fred’s funeral. The vicar, who obviously didn’t know Fred, did h
