Rose George

The little black book

Standing outside the church, my black dress wafted in the biting breeze, ankles aching painfully from the size too small heels I was wearing. I was never a fashionista, but I had enough sense to know that in an event such as this, heels were the most appropriate footwear. After all, just because someone you loved dearly had died, it doesn't save you from the piercing judgment of those invited to pay their respects.