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