Welcome to another Sunday update from Death’s Daughter, which I haven’t been working on this week as I’ve been ill – not writing has been driving me crazy!
Sam has just arrived at the wake held at her local pub where her best friend Carrie works…
It was busy, but apparently Fin had a provision in his will to put a thousand pounds behind the bar. “I’ll have a couple of fingers of Glen.”
“Feeling nostalgic?” she rolled her eyes at me as she reached for the top shelf bottle. Glenfiddich was Fin’s tipple, I used to take the mickey out of an Irish man drinking Scottish whiskey. “Ice?” Carrie gestured at the bucket.
“Don’t be a heathen,” I mimicked Fin who had considered it sinful to water his whiskey down.
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