Nora supposed that she hadn't really needed to catch one of the earliest trains from Guildford to London that morning. The wedding and reception didn't start until late afternoon and would last well into the evening. But she was already on such a short leash with her mother for missing the rehearsal dinner the previous night that she decided getting there earlier was probably for the best. She remembered that phone call from a few days ago, when she had told her mother she had to work and could come down with Nan in time for the dinner. Irma Clarke had nearly been shrieking at her youngest child, and she had said things like "Lenore you are chief bridesmaid" or "Lenore think of how much this will hurt your sister" (Irma always called Nora by her full first name, as well as the rest of her children). There had even been a few times when she had heard her mother exclaiming "Lenore Fay Clarke," which was when she knew she was really in trouble, when Evie saved her. Bless her soul.
Evie had assured both Nora and their mother that it was all fine. She completely understood that Nora was leading a school tour and couldn't get out of it. "All that matters to me is that you're here for the ceremony," her sister had told her. Nora could hear the smile on her face when she added. "Don't worry about Mum. I'll take care of her."
But even if Evie had managed to calm their mother Nora figured the best way to ensure she was really back on her good list was to arrive as early as possible on the day of the wedding. The wedding was hours away but Irma was probably already up and panicking about some detail she must have forgot even though she probably didn't. Her father, Alec, and her brother, Sully, were probably avoiding it as much as possible, leaving Evie there to deal with it all. Maybe Nora should have come down earlier. If only to help her big sister handle their high strung, perfectionist mother.
It hadn't been a long trip, but Nora was grateful to be up and walking when the train pulled into the station and came to a stop. She was pulling a small wheeled suitcase behind her and had a messenger bag slung over her shoulder. Her free hand was stuck in the pocket of her green jacket and she was holding the elegant invitation that read that Evelyn Grace Clarke was marrying Thomas Scott Lyons. This was it. The big day. She was nervous, not because she wasn't happy for Evie. She truly was. Evie was happier than ever before, Nora had seen it on her face when her sister had come out to visit over the past several months. And she had met Tom a few times but she could tell that he was a wonderful man who adored her sister. She was more nervous for the questions. This would be her first time home in months and now that both of her older siblings had families of their own and steady careers she knew people would be asking when she was going to have a wedding and what sort of job she had now. Or asking her if she still worked in that little museum in Guildford and lived with her grandmother. And Mum would undoubtedly have a group o nice young men for her to meet and dance with.
She was only twenty three and she knew it was perfectly normal for her not to have her life together. But it was hard when everyone else seemed to.
Nora had called Evie to tell her she was in the city, and could hear muffled noises in the background. Evie whispered for her her to head over to the church quickly before Irma had a panic attack and it made her laugh as she pocketed the phone. She was still smiling when she stopped at a coffee shop in the station and bought a latte and a pastry. She had eaten some cereal that morning but she couldn't resist the smell. She munched on one end of the croissant and sipped at the hot beverage when she stepped out onto the sidewalk. London was so different from Guildford. Busier, nosier, louder. But she had to admit a part of her missed this city. Nora moved along with the crowd, her eyes scanning the street as she looked for a cab to hail. All of the vehicles outside of the station seemed to have passengers, and she pursed her lips in annoyance as she moved further along, away from the busy train station.
Evie had assured both Nora and their mother that it was all fine. She completely understood that Nora was leading a school tour and couldn't get out of it. "All that matters to me is that you're here for the ceremony," her sister had told her. Nora could hear the smile on her face when she added. "Don't worry about Mum. I'll take care of her."
But even if Evie had managed to calm their mother Nora figured the best way to ensure she was really back on her good list was to arrive as early as possible on the day of the wedding. The wedding was hours away but Irma was probably already up and panicking about some detail she must have forgot even though she probably didn't. Her father, Alec, and her brother, Sully, were probably avoiding it as much as possible, leaving Evie there to deal with it all. Maybe Nora should have come down earlier. If only to help her big sister handle their high strung, perfectionist mother.
It hadn't been a long trip, but Nora was grateful to be up and walking when the train pulled into the station and came to a stop. She was pulling a small wheeled suitcase behind her and had a messenger bag slung over her shoulder. Her free hand was stuck in the pocket of her green jacket and she was holding the elegant invitation that read that Evelyn Grace Clarke was marrying Thomas Scott Lyons. This was it. The big day. She was nervous, not because she wasn't happy for Evie. She truly was. Evie was happier than ever before, Nora had seen it on her face when her sister had come out to visit over the past several months. And she had met Tom a few times but she could tell that he was a wonderful man who adored her sister. She was more nervous for the questions. This would be her first time home in months and now that both of her older siblings had families of their own and steady careers she knew people would be asking when she was going to have a wedding and what sort of job she had now. Or asking her if she still worked in that little museum in Guildford and lived with her grandmother. And Mum would undoubtedly have a group o nice young men for her to meet and dance with.
She was only twenty three and she knew it was perfectly normal for her not to have her life together. But it was hard when everyone else seemed to.
Nora had called Evie to tell her she was in the city, and could hear muffled noises in the background. Evie whispered for her her to head over to the church quickly before Irma had a panic attack and it made her laugh as she pocketed the phone. She was still smiling when she stopped at a coffee shop in the station and bought a latte and a pastry. She had eaten some cereal that morning but she couldn't resist the smell. She munched on one end of the croissant and sipped at the hot beverage when she stepped out onto the sidewalk. London was so different from Guildford. Busier, nosier, louder. But she had to admit a part of her missed this city. Nora moved along with the crowd, her eyes scanning the street as she looked for a cab to hail. All of the vehicles outside of the station seemed to have passengers, and she pursed her lips in annoyance as she moved further along, away from the busy train station.