‘Got them,’ he said to his wife, as he came in the door. She didn’t answer. She was fussing over their daughter’s wedding dress.
The doorbell rang.
‘That should be your father now, about time, he must have been making the safety pins.’
‘I’m here,’ he called as his wife opened the door.
‘I’m sorry Mrs Kinsella, we have bad news.’
He could hear her screams.