Author: Sue Butler
'I'm sorry but I'm always going to think of that ink when we get any invitations,' he took it from her again and sniffed it, 'At least it doesn't smell of that sickly perfume.' 'They haven't invited the kids.
Five thirty-somethings are horrified to receive an invitation to the funeral of the man who sexually abused them all at some point in their youth; the man they thought had died in front of them sixteen years ago. The story chronicles their attempts to discover the reason behind the invitation, the truth about his death and the consequences of their discoveries. This story spans from 1967 through to 1987, beginning in the coastal city of Portsmouth and culminating in the hauntingly beautiful cointryside around Corbridge and Hexham in Northumberland.