RAFFERTY ARRIVED AT the station the next morning to discover that another of their wedding arrangements had come adrift. Bill Beard hailed him as he came through from the car park to say Hi, with the unwelcome news that his auntie had had a stroke.
‘It looks doubtful if she’ll be doing much at all for the foreseeable future, certainly nothing so demanding of hand and eye coordination as making intricate bouquets and suchlike.’
‘Sorry to hear about your aunt, Bill,’ Rafferty commiserated. Though not nearly as sorry as Abra was likely to be when he told her. Things were unravelling fast on his wedding plans. He only needed Llewellyn’s mother-in-law to cry off from doing the cake and he’d be all but back to square one. The church and reception hall at least were organised. Father Kelly at S
