The sight of two riders slowly approaching surprised Mrs McGinley. She was standing at one of the windows of her parlour, watching nothing. She spent a lot of the daylight staring, and waiting for her sons to return.
Sometimes they did.
She decided she'd better tidy herself up. Visitors were few and generally expected, so now she moved quickly to the mirror and combed her hair.
Watching her own reflection, she remembered when she used to teach at the school. Before all this started. Aah, in those days she was always clean and tidy. A mayors wife. A respectable lady.