my mother & I drive around organising for tomorrow’s funeral. we drop by bourne & young undertakers in elsies river with my grandmother’s ancient, faithfully paid-up membership books. the 2 ladies are very friendly. this evening all the aunts are gathered to organise who is to make what food for tomorrow. ‘batman begins’ & ‘constantine’ on tv. uncle errol asks to borrow our oven to bake a chocolate cake for tomorrow’s reception. one cake burns on top & the whole house smells like chocolate.