Chapter Twenty-Seven
The Spice Rack: Part 3
Time is a great healer, but only for those who have the time.
That night we sat outside by the fire, putting off going in. None of us wanted to go and leave Mavis looking sad and miserable.
“Time is a great healer,” muttered the Bag Lady.
“And perhaps,” said Betty, “the universe is telling you something.”
The Bag Lady threw her a look. They’d had numerous arguments about the universe and why “we” (humans in general) were here. Betty, at present, went with a “we are all here for a purpose” theory while the Bag Lady had taken up a more “who knows, who cares” philosophy. They both swithered between the two – which is what happens when you spend all your time sitting by a fire staring at the stars.
Mavis had been to see her mother, a first sin
