Tracey was already storming up to meet them, her eyes glittering dangerously. Around them, people were starting to take interest, scenting the impending signs of a Scene.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Harris," she said sweetly. "It's so good of you to come to Mummy's funeral. Charlotte really wanted you to come, you know. Look at all these men she's invited just for you! I'm glad you're availing yourself of them."