Nothing could be more depressing than this daily slog to work and back, she decided, her eyes roving the rows of men and women huddled in winter overcoats, and watching rain as it spattered against the windows because it was still dark outside and there was nothing else to look at. In comparison to these people she felt almost as if she were on holiday, even if she was going on her father’s pointless errand to the solicitors. Paul, the Telegraph held up in front of him, appeared oblivious to the passengers and the weather. And to his wife. He wasn’t usually petty, but Susannah wondered whether he was a little put out at having to ‘slum it’ in second class: being on official business he was entitled to first-class travel, and he had downgraded because of her. Normally he drove to his office in Swindon, but today he was going for a JAR. ‘For a what?’ Katy had asked, when her mother had told her where they were going, and why. ‘It’s a long way to go to a pub.’ ‘It’s not the sort of jar you’re thinking of.
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