Friday Night Private I have walked through the churchyard that lies between Spinners End and the shop hundreds of times. Not once have I ever run across this headstone. I cannot understand how I could have possibly missed it. It is facing the path. Not the main path, but still one I take on occasion.
I couldn't breathe for an uncomfortable time once I saw it. And I've felt odd ever since. I'm quite sure Louisa's noticed. I'm just not ready to talk about it. Perhaps in the morning.