‘Mary Wentworth thought we peasants wouldn’t notice her scraping cakes at her first fete, vicar. Her cakes afterwards were brilliant! We loved them. We mocked the first lot.’
The vicar recalled her great-aunt’s diary. It’d taken years to track Mary. Abusive family had to go first.
Nice people. They think I’m a snob. Won’t reveal I’m Lady Mary Cuthburton, hell escapee. I’ll appear foolish so people laugh. I’ll create a tribute to King Alfred for their fete. Next year they’ll know I can bake. That’ll work.
‘To Mary of blessed memory,’ the vicar said.
The crowd around the graveside applauded.
The vicar recalled her great-aunt’s diary. It’d taken years to track Mary. Abusive family had to go first.
Nice people. They think I’m a snob. Won’t reveal I’m Lady Mary Cuthburton, hell escapee. I’ll appear foolish so people laugh. I’ll create a tribute to King Alfred for their fete. Next year they’ll know I can bake. That’ll work.
‘To Mary of blessed memory,’ the vicar said.
The crowd around the graveside applauded.
