Sunday

Gloria walked to her polished BMW 3 series convertible. It had been 2 months since Suzie’s tragic death and she still missed her best friend. She needed to tell someone of the new developments in her life, how lovely it was to wake up next to Philip that morning… well maybe not that part. They hadn’t planned it. It just happened. After the funeral, they went out to coffee and she cried for another hour. They called each other up in the middle of the night and shared memories of her. Gradually there appeared a void if she didn’t hear from him everyday. She knew it was wrong. She felt so guilty but she couldn’t ignore the fluttering butterflies in her stomach when she looked at him or the smile that crept onto her lips when his name flashed up on her phone. This must mean that she was a bad person, destined straight for hell.

Friday

Brendan looked at his clock. Damn, he was running late again. Was all that white stuff on the jacket? He had no idea where his mum had put the lint roller and he didn’t have time to look for it. Maybe he wouldn’t wear the jacket. Don’t be ridiculous, this wasn’t some smart casual lunch. He was lucky he found a tie untainted with animal figures or cartoon characters. The funeral was starting in less than an hour. He still had to drive through rush hour traffic and find a parking space. This whole thing seemed like a dream. The police still hadn’t found a suspect. There were no fingerprints on the knife and the security camera had been switched off. An inside job? Surely not. Who would have wanted to harm sweet lovely Suzie? Yet there she was now, lying in a hard wooden box, waiting to be lowered into the ground.