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Chapter 2

 Jen swept her hair up into a neat bun.straightened her linen jacket, adjusted her blouse’s neck tie and stared at her reflection in the hall mirror. She felt nauseous.  Cat crept up behind her, gently touching her shoulder. Her elegant tiny friend looked stunning in a matching patterned dress and plain short sleeved jacket. Her hair a shiny blonde bob. Her make up pristine, a deep sadness in her hazel eyes. Jen smiled gently, resigned. Time to go? Cat nodded and led the way out to the car. The sun shone brightly, making sunglasses a necessity. Jen pulled her long straight navy skirt under her legs as she slid carefully in to the White Fiesta. It was hot in her suit, she wished she had plumped for the orange striped cotton dress. The ten minute drive to St Jame’s church was mostly silent, other than the ‘did you remember the tissues?’. The car park was already full, and the streets lined with cars parked precariously along both kerbs. Lots of local town folk lined the pavements to pay

Chapter one

Jenny refused to get out of bed. The romantic notion of living in an old cottage with character, was now overridden with the strongest desire to be in a modern double glazed, double wrapped, fully centrally heated apartment. The snooze button on her radio alarm clock had been pressed continually, with a fast arm action into the cold air. Reluctantly she stirred, gingerly edging out of the layers of quilts and blankets, as if she was lowering herself into a pool of icy water. As her feet connected to the wooden floor, she scuttled quickly into the small bathroom. It smelt as damp as the walls portrayed. The black mould creeping out of the anaglypta wallpaper, the edges sodden. There were ice patterns on the tiny square panes of glass. Her breath formed white clouds, and she shivered as she reached to turn on the antiquated  shower. Her resolve to look for another rental during her lunch hour deepened. The steamy shower soothed her, warming her up quickly. She braced herself to turn it o