She got up from her armchair in the old-fashioned sitting room at the rectory and made her way through to the kitchen. Brian was away on a two-day conference in London – promising to bring back Joyce her favourite lilac creams from Harrods. ‘A decadent choice,’ she always said, ‘but if you couldn’t have one bit of naughtiness, what was life about?’ Today was her day at St Bartholomew’s doing the flower arrangements. After the last Garden Party meeting, Clementine had praised Joyce’s efforts, and the vicar’s wife was determined to keep up the good work. That was what united people, after all. A strong faith and sense of community. She and Brian had moved around so much since they’d married that Joyce had never really felt she’d belonged anywhere. Until she’d come to Churchminster. She felt good living here. Joyce gave herself a cursory look in the hallway mirror, applied her only bit of make-up – an old beige lipstick bought from an Avon lady years ago – and opened the front door.
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