Written for readers who have finished Book 1.
The Reverend Sally Henshaw is vicar of St Botolph's and four other parishes besides, which is to say she is tired. In her forties, she runs five churches on one body, with a christening at half past eight, a funeral at eleven, and a quota that goes up while the giving goes down. She is kind, quick when the tiredness lifts, and has run out of both hurry and bitterness. She is also the one on her knees at nine on a wet night, still in her collar with a fleece over it, moving the food-bank tins out of the drip. She leans on Arthur and says so. When a diocesan scheme offers to mend the roof and fund the food bank in one stroke, she cannot find a reason to say no.