She was a busy person.
She got up before anyone else. She shampooed her hair and showered. She ironed a last minute shirt for her husband before he left for the office. She dropped the kids off at school, heard about her neighbour’s holiday, prepared a casserole for tea, did two washing machine loads and hung it all out, vacuumed through the front of the house, dusted ornaments, and walked the dog. She ate a quick lunch, did volunteer work in the afternoon at the charity shop, stopped to listen to her workmate’s complaints about local politicians, and did a quick shop.
She did all this in a single day.
It was on that same day that she ran across the street to catch the bus home, for the last time.