And two of them were mine. My sister, and a friend called Lorna who had driven ninety minutes.
I did not warn either of them.
That is the thing my sister has not got past, and she has said so, and she is right.
She sat at that table for three hours watching her pregnant sister be humiliated by a woman in a kitchen, getting angrier and angrier, and twice she nearly said something and I put my hand on her arm and told her to leave it.
I was not protecting the evening. I was protecting the drawer.
And then I handed her an envelope with everybody else, and she opened it at the same time as his colleagues, and she found out that her sister’s marriage was void from a photocopy, at a table, in a room that was already going.
She rang me on the Sunday and the first thing she said was not about Desmond.
