When she’d taken her place at the end of the long pew where her sister and her brothers were already seated, her hands were so numb she’d dropped the printed service sheet left ready in her place.Now she was grateful for the soft, black wool shawl Rose had lent her. She’d wanted to wear ‘Granda’s dress’ and had been anxious, because it was a deep, autumn red, the colour of ripe hawthorn berries, not perhaps what some people would think appropriate for a funeral.‘Now don’t worry,’ Rose had said. ‘Granda would be pleased you wore his dress. Besides, I’m certainly not wearing all black. He hated me in black. Skirt and coat, yes, but I’ll wear a blouse or a scarf he liked and so will Sarah and Helen. Remember Aunt Elizabeth is a Quaker and they don’t wear black for funerals.’Rosie found it hard to believe how calm Rose had been. Even shortly after John died, Rose had come down to the kitchen to find her weeping in Richard’s arms and not shed a tear herself. Instead, it was she who’d comforted them both.
What do You think about A Girl Called Rosie (2014)?
