Chapter 37

• RESIDENCE OF THE LATE MRS HANNIGAN - 1 PM
• The first thing Roxanne did was hunt down the drinks table. It took a while, navigating through the narrow hallways and past inquisitive relatives with little regard for personal space, before she happened across a much larger room, situated towards the back of the lot and overlooking the backyard. Her victory came in the form of a long, narrow table sheathed with a lace trim cloth, populated with delicate coupe glasses filled to the brim with white wine.
• She plucked one up by the stem, throwing the astringent, ice-cold liquid back in one fell swoop. She returned the empty glass to the measured gap that it left behind and took another glass to the nurse.