Loves M&S socks and Brian Cox,

A friend so fantastic,

Now she’ll last as long as plastic.’

Then he looked up at Minnie and shook his head. ‘Why have you given her a tombstone on a bottle?’

Bev started to cry. ‘Is this to remind me I’m going to die?’ she sobbed.

‘No! No!’ Minnie grabbed the bottle from her and pointed to the poem. ‘Look, it’s all the amazing things about you, branded onto plastic so you’ll outlast us all and you’ll never be forgotten!’

‘That’s what a tombstone does,’ said Alan, shaking his head.

‘No, it’s because you said you were upset in the shower, about the shampoo bottle lasting longer than you!’ Minnie looked back and forth between her friends.

Fleur’s mouth contorted into a wide grimace, her eyes silently asking, ‘What the hell were you thinking?’

‘Socks and Brian Cox, is that all anyone’s ever going to remember me for? And look how old I look in this photo? Do I really have that many chins?’ Bev rested her head on the countertop, sniffing back tears.

This wasn’t how that was supposed to go. Minnie had meant to cheer Bev up. How did she manage to get things so wrong sometimes? The bell above the door chimed in reception and then Leila appeared at the kitchen door.

‘What’s going on?’ she asked as she saw Bev crying and Fleur and Alan looking pained and pensive. ‘Oh great, you told them already. Minnie, I thought we said we wouldn’t say anything until we’d worked out a plan together?’

‘Told us what?’ asked Fleur.

‘Is this about the cheese graters?’ asked Alan. Every-one turned to look at him. ‘OK, it’s not about the cheese graters.’

‘I didn’t say anything,’ said Minnie. ‘Bev’s upset about something else.’

‘Bev’s always upset,’ Fleur said.

They all stood in silence for a moment. Alan slowly removed the list that was sitting on the countertop in front of them. Leila gave him a questioning look.

‘My uncle needs an operation,’ Alan said with a wink.

‘Well, I’m sorry to hear that, and I’m sorry you are all so upset about it. Minnie, can we talk in private?’ Leila said, beckoning her through to the reception area and then shutting the door behind them.

‘You OK?’ Minnie asked. ‘What’s wrong?’

Leila looked stressed and thin, her hair scraped back in a nondescript bun. She wasn’t wearing any of her usual colour – just grey sweatpants and a mauve hoodie.

‘The bank won’t extend our loan. I can’t bridge the gap until our funding comes through.’ Leila hugged her arms around herself. ‘I’m sorry, Minnie, I thought I could fix it.’

Minnie watched her friend. She gave a slow sigh.