Five Wakes and a Wedding
KAREN ROSS
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2019
Copyright © Karen Ross 2019
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Ebook Edition © July 2019 ISBN: 9780008354350
Version: 2019-06-18
For Francesca
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Funeral Number One
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Funeral Number Two
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Funeral Number Three
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Funeral Number Four
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Funeral Number Five
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Acknowledgements
Nine Book Club Questions and a Suggestion
About the Author
About the Publisher
‘Nina! One of the fridges is making a weird noise.’ Gloria’s voice is a welcome distraction from my latest attempt at flower arranging. At least, until I realise what I’ve just heard.
Shit.
I abandon the cornflowers, delphiniums and rust-coloured foliage, dash through to the back room, and hurtle down the stairs that lead to the basement storage area. With every step I take, a measured ‘beep, beeep, beeeep’ – like the sound of hospital machinery hooked up to someone in a coma – grows louder.
‘Something must have tripped the alarm! What did you do to the fridge?’ I ask as Gloria comes into sight.
‘Nothing.’
Gloria is unruffled by my accusatory tone. She’s my housemate.
‘I was looking for the cleaning spray,’ she says. ‘To take the whitewash off the window.’
The fridge’s mournful signal of distress continues.
‘Maybe buying my equipment on eBay wasn’t such a good idea,’ I manage. ‘But at least there’s nothing in it yet.’
As if to prove it, I open the door to the beeping fridge.
The noise stops and is immediately replaced by the sound of a wooden object being hit – repeatedly – by a hammer. ‘That must be Edo!’
Gloria hears the relief in my voice. She manoeuvres herself around the fridge, squeezes my shoulder and says, ‘C’mon. Let’s go see.’
My hand is still on the fridge door. Tentatively, I close it.
Beep
Beeep.