Epilogue
Six months later . . .
Agnus headed into the secondhand shop with her principal boy outfits. She was having a clear-out, making way for the redecorating of her spare room.
She handed an armful to the two women behind the counter.
“Deirdre said you’d be coming in,” said a round woman. “But she didn’t say the costume would be so . . .”
“Glamorous?”
“Small.”
“You think they are small?” said Agnus with a coquettish smile.
“Well yeah.” She held up a costume. “Wouldn’t even fit one of my legs.”
Agnus looked through the old wedding dresses and wondered about next year’s fairy godmother; she had heard it was to be Cinderella, and Deloris had already spoken to her about ideas.
Deirdre, now living in her own flat, offered free massages as a raffle prize and gave Derek a taster. So
