Ethel’s P.O.V.

I shot up in bed as my Dad's voice flooded through my mind.

'Ethel, are you awake?' Dad's voice rang out.

'I am now.' I grumbled, wiping the sleep from my eyes. Doris was still curled up on the couch, only her mess of curls visible from underneath the blanket.

'Sidney Sharp has decided to hold a funeral for his son.' My Dad informed me, 'This should be easy enough to complete. We will be holding it tomorrow night. The Royal's will stay leave after its completion.'

'And are we prepared for our dinner tonight?' I winced at the harsh light streaming through my curtains.

'Everything is prepared.'...