She hadn’t gone in several weeks; somehow, amidst all the demands of life, the weekly entertainment had lost its cheap allure. “Claire West is going to the pub quiz?” she repeated when Lily told her about her plans. “She organized a team?” “Me, her, Dan Trenton from the shop, and Eleanor Carwell.” “Eleanor Carwell? Isn’t she the lady who lives at number fifteen and has all the notices about dog poo?” Lily wrinkled her nose. “Um. I’m not sure.” “I don’t know, Lil.” Rachel sank into a chair at the kitchen table. “I’m shattered.” “You’ll enjoy it. You always enjoy the pub quiz. And maybe you need to go out.” “What about Nathan?” “Meghan isn’t working tonight.” “Is she out?” Rachel hadn’t seen her sister since she’d dragged herself into the house fifteen minutes earlier.
