I recognised her, it was Shining Light.
“Hello, you are the clerk of the court?”
“Yes, I am. How can I help you?”
She gave me a big thick book. “I think this belongs to the court.”
“Yes, yes, we had wondered where it had got to.”
I recognised her. “You are the one they call Matron. I arrest you in name of…”
She had disappeared right in front of me.
“You are Mrs Happy, aren’t you?”
“I does the ironing.”
“You are very certain of that, Penelope?”
“I’m certain of that, what else could I be?”
“You are Sweet Dreams?”
“I’m frightened by the thunder and the lightening and my husband.”
“I got a postcard yesterday from Matron and all the girls.”