4.6
After a lazy afternoon chatting and sipping tea on Scratton’s veranda, Yvette returned to the chapel with Heather for the Cushtie Chanter’s second and last performance. They met the other choir members gathered round the side of the chapel and when the music of a string quartet came to an end and the applause began, they entered quietly through a narrow door. The pews were already full. Low murmurs merged into a hollow-sounding drone. Several rows from the back she saw Thomas. She was pleased to see him, pleased he was about to hear her sing, pleased to have him as a friend, yet saddened by her monstrous belly that she knew would separate them forever: he wasn’t the child-centred type. Neither was she, but she’d soon have to be.
Yvette took her position at the end of the altos, waiti
