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.