After her workout in the gym, Jessica caught the bus home. She still lived with her parents and her mother always saved her some dinner unless she phoned to say she could not make it.
After a plate of warmed up chicken and leak pie, boiled potatoes and peas, Jessica picked up her wool and needles and begin to knit furiously, her needles click-clacking rapidly as she half-watched an improbable American police drama with her mother and father and younger brother Jethro, a name he hated.
Soon she was nodding off from tiredness, bade everyone goodnight and made her way upstairs, She washed her hands and face, cleaned her teeth, put on her nightie and knelt by the side of her bed, as she had ever since she was a child. She said her prayers, adding a special prayer for the soul of Janet Jarre
