Chapter Thirteen
I held my heels in my hand worn out from Melissa's display of hysteria, and following her around to try and work out what had happened. The flooding had caused so much chaos in the tiny town, with more rainfall expected overnight than the sum total of the past year, that her photographer was stranded miles away. Worse still, was that her magazine deal was now scuppered; meaning her hoity toity friends and work colleagues wouldn't be able to purchase the issue in celebration of my sisters marriage.
It was devastating news, apparently. I considered calling Bob Geldof to see if he'd get together with his charitable mates and throw her a concert.
Her husband to be gave up and retreated to his room while I stood in front of her, steeling myself for her reaction. Back in un
