He knew her of course, as she attended Mass regularly. The family seemed friendly and upright, but the poor daughter seemed quite desperate, considering the advert that Gabriel had seen in the newspaper, but had decided to pretend he had not seen. He supposed at this age, a young lady started despairing.

"It's to decorate the church, for Lent. Purple flowers preferably, but sober. Something you would use for a funeral." Gabriel knew very little about flowers and looked at her rather helplessly. "Does that make sense?"