Ruth Owen was nothing like Alison had imagined. She came to the door looking flustered but none-the-less perfectly-groomed and manicured, her clothes hanging elegantly on her slender form, her hair cut in the latest style.

"Oh thank you, so much, I don't know what I'd have done if you hadn't rung. I thought my friend was picking her up."

I bet you did, thought Alison.

"Come in, Sweetie. I'll make your tea in a minute."

Patsy went in and started up the stairs, ...