‘It’s in the paper’, said my mother, reading the obituary column on the other end of the phone, ‘it says for everyone to wear Hawaiian shirts’. Hawaiian shirts! Whose funeral is this, Steve McGarrett’s? ‘That guy’s wearing a suit, book him Danno.’
Tom Baine sat with his fists clenched under the table while Janice, his wife of twenty years was describing a slight that had been paid to her at work that day by a constant perpetrator of such slights; a name familiar to Tom over many years.