They married the day he died. The white roses in her bridal bouquet were painted red when he coughed his lungs up. While she stared, unveiled, at the corpse on the marble floor, the guests disappeared, the ambulance came and went and in the end, it was Lisa whom she had gone to primary school with who drove her home. She still thought: ‘our home’ when she saw the red brick building squeezed in between its white neighbours.