Chapter EightAnn was sitting in the garden, enjoying the mild March weather. She lifted her face to meet the sun's rays, pondering on last night's family soiree. Her parents Betsy and Charlie had decided to throw a last minute surprise party for Ann's sister. It had been a good night; lots of mingling with distant relatives, scrumptious buffet food and way too much vodka. Her head was now pounding and her mouth felt dry and furry. It had felt good to have a weekend off from books and studying though, even if she was suffering the after effects. Jon was at the bottom of the garden, pegging out the washing. He looked very handsome today in a black suit and tie. Ann looked down at her own attire, a floaty black dress, sensible shoes and a warm, woollen cardigan. Today was Mam's funeral and th
