Chapter 17: Meantime

Classic teenaged death anthems ran through Polly’s head. Deceptively upbeat tunes you could dance to with lyrics featuring car wrecks and such. She was in something of a morbid state of mind, trying to cope with it all. Just finding ways to fill the days, as her weekend extended from two days to four, like Easter every week. Polly would have preferred it be more like Christmas but worked with what she had. It was the story of her life really.

Nothing terrible had happened to bring about such a situation. Her reduced shifts down to the side-effects of success. Declan had worked wonders with their little bakery. Allowing everyone to work less but at triple the pay, leaving Polly with more time and money than she had any idea what to do with.