Noticing details, that was good. Tiny slivers of life—they all added up and helped you to feel that you too could be a fragment,
a little piece of humanity who usefully filled a space, however minuscule. I was pondering this as I waited for the lights to change.
Someone tapped me on the arm, and I jumped. “Eleanor?” It was Laura, looking cartoonishly glamorous as usual.
I hadn’t seen her since Sammy’s service. “Oh hello,” I said. “How are you?
I’m sorry I didn’t manage to speak to you at your father’s funeral.” She laughed.
“Don’t worry about it, Eleanor—Ray explained that you were a bit tiddly that day,” she said.
I felt my face flush and looked down at the pavement. I suppose I had drunk rather a lot of vodka that afternoon.
She punched my arm gently.Don’t be daft, that’s what funerals are for, aren’t they—a wee drink and a catch-up?” she said, smiling.
I shrugged, still averting my gaze. “Your hair’s looking good,” she said brightly.
I nodded, glanced up into her kohl-rimmed eyes. “Several people have remarked upon it, actually,” I said,
feeling a bit more confident,which leads me to think that you must have done a very good job.
“Och, that’s nice to hear,” she said. “You can pop back into the salon anytime, you know—
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