Before long they were talking Lockdown and how things might be in the future. It was a mix of optimism and doom.
Then they did death. Barry gone, Leila, William. The miracle was Joan and her survival at 94, thanks to Lambert & Butler.
Anne told them about taking Lulu to the undertaker in Islington, shrouded in a white quilted pillowcase. Anne was convinced Lulu died because she lived on cheese and chocolate. When they arrived, just before closing, the undertaker said, “The deceased?”
Lulu made that final journey with her feet up, sticking out of a cyclist’s black plastic pannier.