Pru’s husband has walked out, leaving her alone to contemplate her future.
She’s missing not so much him, but the life they once had – nestling up like spoons in the cutlery drawer as they sleep. Now there’s just a dip on one side of the bed and no-one to fill it. In a daze, Pru goes off to a friend’s funeral.
Usual old hymns, words of praise and a eulogy but…it doesn’t sound like the friend Pru knew. She’s gone to the wrong service. Everyone was very welcoming, it was more excitement than she’s had for ages.
So she buys a little black dress in a charity shop and thinks, now I’m all set, why not go to another? I mean, people don’t want to make a scene at a funeral, do they? No-one will challenge her – and what harm can it do?