‘Is that enough?’ Molly asked at the end of their call.

‘It’s more than enough,’ she said.

They all sat waiting in the chapel for the arrival of Rabbit. Vincent and Silent Ed were bringing her separately. Molly didn’t know why. It was custom that the family would follow the hearse, but the hearse took a detour and the family car didn’t follow it. Molly hadn’t even noticed. She had spent the drive focused on her shoes for no reason other than she couldn’t quite manage to hold her head up. When they arrived at the chapel, Grace had rushed them in before the hearse arrived. Molly just assumed it was how the non-religious do it, just to be bloody different. On the wave of Vincent’s hand the bandmates, Jack and Lenny slipped away to the front door of the chapel. On the way Louis pressed play on the first song and the crowd stood and waited to see Jack lead Davey, Lenny, Francie, Jay, Louis and Kev as they carried Rabbit’s basket down the aisle It was then that Molly realised Grace had well and truly stitched her up.

‘A poxy basket,’ she muttered under her breath.

‘It’s what she wanted, Ma.’

‘Where did the coffin go?’ Jack asked, confused by the change.

‘It was a rental,’ Grace said.

‘I’ll kill ya,’ Molly said.

‘I promised her, Ma.’

Molly just shook her head and sighed heavily. ‘So be it, Grace.’ She placed her hand on the basket holding her daughter and tapped it. ‘She has your back, love,’ she said to Rabbit.

The civil celebrant was called Caroline. She stood in front of the gathering dressed in a smart suit and wearing round glasses, her hair in a bun. She welcomed everyone and opened her speech about Rabbit with Molly’s phone call. She talked about how it was obvious that Rabbit was loved and admired. Molly watched Juliet as Caroline spoke. She was drug-free and yet still so dazed. Does she even know what’s going on? Davey held the child’s hand in his. Davey’s her parent now. I don’t even know what’s going on.

Caroline introduced a song.

‘This was one of Rabbit’s favourites,’ she said, and she nodded to Louis, who gave her the thumbs up and pressed play. It was The Pogues’ ‘Rainy Night in Soho’. The familiar melody kicked in and without any nudge from Caroline or any discussion between parties, half the assembly sang along and the rest joined in for the chorus. All the voices singing in unison with Shane MacGowan was a thing to hear and see. Molly felt her heart ache as her husband nodded along.

‘She’d have loved this,’ Jack said, looking around to his wife perched on the end of the pew. All the while Molly’s hand rested on the basket and tapped on it in time to the music.