Chapter Thirty-Four
The Planning
A man sweats, a woman glows and a cat will lick either.
Fanny took the death of her mother with great drama and coasted through the next week with tears. She told Mavis everything was organised and didn’t need her help, then told everyone that Mavis didn’t help and she had to do everything. Mavis didn’t bat an eyelid. Since the suitcase night, she seemed in a different place.
The funeral was arranged for the end of week. Five days after Mavis’s mother died, Cat was lying in a church she never went to, in a coffin covered in lilies. The scent filled the church, which was full except for Mavis.
The crowd were mostly elderly, sporting a variety of walking aids and coughs, along with a few carers in uniform, two toddlers with no understanding of “stop it,”
