The service was set for Noon, hairdressers, make up lady, photographer, time had to be found for all of them, so reluctantly Kriska rose and began to dry herself, her mother knocked the door before opening it. “Jonathan, come we are waiting.” The Reverend insisted. Okxxx “Now go.” Mrs Duroe called Lizzy to follow and turned and walked away leaving Jamie to find his own way out. The congregation remained hushed in anticipation, most girls entered with their gown already configured, their stitching on public view but they wrongly assumed Kriska considered herself above such shows of crudity, in fact she never gave the matter a single thought.
