While laughing with her, he found himself remembering Miss Tattersall with her red-rimmed eyes, calmly accepting it as her duty to answer his questions to the best of her ability. He assured Jean that on the contrary, it have been a dull inquiry that had dragged on too long. He’d learned early on that it was best not to share his work. Not with his sister, not with Jean or any of his other acquaintances. Murder was something few people ever encountered in their lifetimes, and yet he dealt with it every day. An unpleasant business at best, but someone had to speak up for the victim, or the killer went free. She was soon telling him about all the decisions she and her mother had been making, from caterer to florists to the right organist for the church, quickly losing him in the details of hats and dresses and matching shoes for her trousseau. And then something she was saying abruptly brought him back to the conversation. “Oh, Ian, it’s so wonderfully exciting. We’ve found just the right dressmaker, and I’m to go in a fortnight to choose my gown.
What do You think about A Fine Summer's Day (2014)?
